The Distant Threshold

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The hide is slipping. You yank the strap, the leather tearing with a wet, fibrous sound that cuts through the humid air of the tanning yard. Your hands are stained yellow to the wrist, the lye eating into the calluses you built up over twenty years. Across the yard, Guild Master Halloway leans against the doorframe, his red coat bright against the grey mud. He is laughing. It is not a kind...

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