The Distant Threshold
The sash is a curiosity, Master Aldous said, his voice flat as the stone floor beneath their boots, and he did not look at the fabric, nor at the girl’s hands, which were still trembling from the effort of holding it out, but at the ledger on his desk where he was recording the date and the weight of the item in a column labeled "Defects." Elara stood in the center of the Guild Hall, a...
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