The Distant Threshold

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The shadow in the high window has not moved, though I have turned three times to face it, and the cold that seeps from the stone floor is not the damp chill of autumn but a dry, sucking absence that pulls the warmth from my bones. I am Elias, a scribe of modest standing and thirty years of age, and I write to you, Mara, from the sealed tower of the Inquisitor’s court, where the air grows...

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