The Distant Threshold

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Thorne. The word hung in the cold air of the workshop, sharp as a chip of lead. Elias Thorne looked up from the annealing furnace, his hands stained black with flux and soot. He was thirty-two, a master glazier with twelve years of service to the Imperial Court, and he wanted only one thing: to finish the Great Stained Glass Window before the winter solstice. The pension was his only hope of...

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