The Distant Threshold

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The ink is wet and the stone is cold. I am forty years old, and my hands shake as I write, not from fear of the blade, but from the sheer, suffocating weight of the silence that presses against the walls of Aethelgard. I have come to the High Court for one reason: to secure the King’s pardon for my brother’s debt, a sum that has grown like a fungus in the dark, consuming our name and our land....

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