The Distant Threshold

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The ink in the Imperial Archive does not dry; it waits. I know this because I have spent thirty years copying the genealogies of dead kings, watching the wet, black pools on my parchment pulse with a rhythm that matches my own heartbeat. The year is 1204, and the air in the vaults tastes of iron and old dust, a flavor that has long since settled into my teeth. My husband, Kael, lies in the...

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