The Distant Threshold

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The wax was already cracking under Sir Kaelen’s thumb, the red pigment flaking onto the stone floor of the antechamber like dried blood. He held the fragment of the royal seal up to the light, turning it over in his calloused fingers, checking for the microscopic hairline fractures that would reveal its forgery to any trained eye. It was a perfect copy, indistinguishable from the original, yet...

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