The Distant Threshold
The parchment lay on the oak table, heavy with wax seals that had cooled to a dull grey. Elias Thorne read the debt ledger for his sister, Mara, the numbers stark and final: forty shillings owed to the Crown, three months unpaid, and the seal of Lord Malverne in the corner, red as a fresh wound. He signed the document with a hand that did not shake, though the Iron Key at his belt hummed...
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