The Distant Threshold
The parchment was heavy, heavier than paper had any right to be, and Elias Thorne held it with a grip that was already beginning to fail. It was a list, or rather, the first page of the Ledger of Sins, transcribed in ink that seemed to absorb the light from the single tallow candle in his tower. He wanted the truth, a desire so consuming it had eaten away at his sleep, his appetite, and his...
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