The Distant Threshold

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The iron candlestick was heavier than it looked, a dense, cold weight that hummed in my grip as I raised it above Lord Vane’s head. The air in the high tower’s study had grown thick, viscous with a darkness that seemed to peel itself from the walls, coalescing into a shape that whispered of rot and hunger. I was thirty-two years old, a scribe bound by debt and duty to this man, and I held the...

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