The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-23 05:57:06 -

The chisel bit into the limestone, and a thick, viscous drop of black sap welled up, sliding down the face of the stone like a tear of tar. I wiped it on my sleeve, the dark stain soaking into the wool, and looked up at High Steward Aldous, who stood in the shadows of the Grand Hall’s entrance, his breath pluming in the cold air. "You are bleeding the monument, Master Elias," he said, his voice...

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