The Distant Threshold

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I held the quill, its nib dry and stiff as a bone, and watched the corner of the room where Mara stood. She was not breathing, not blinking, but her hands were trembling in a way that matched the exact, microscopic vibration of my own fingers. The light from the single tallow candle on the desk cut a sharp, yellow wedge across the floorboards, illuminating the dust motes that swirled in the...

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