The Distant Threshold

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The ledger lay open on the desk, its pages stiff with the dust of Oakhaven’s coal smoke, and Elara Vance pressed her quill to the paper as if trying to pierce the skin of a sleeping animal. The smell of the room was thick, a cloying mix of stale pipe tobacco, damp wool, and the sharp, metallic tang of the Threshold ink that sat in the iron well beside her hand. She was thirty years old, and her...

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