The Distant Threshold

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The feast was a lie of gold and smoke, the Great Meridian’s gears grinding beneath the floorboards like the teeth of a sleeping god. I stood in the shadows of the cathedral undercroft, my hands slick with oil, watching Lord Vane toast to the city’s prosperity while the clock ticked its dying rhythm. Julian, my apprentice, huddled near the wall, his face pale, the weight of his father’s debt...

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