The Distant Threshold

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The parchment lay on the oak desk, its edges curling slightly under the weight of the single iron seal that had not yet been broken, and I sat in the darkness of my cell, listening to the rats gnaw at the baseboards, their teeth clicking a rhythm that matched the beating of my own heart. I was Elias, a scribe of forty years, and I had come here to write a letter that would save Elara, but the...

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