The Distant Threshold

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The High Steward’s boots clicked on the marble, a rhythmic, hollow sound that echoed off the vaulted ceiling. He stopped three paces from my desk, his hand resting on the hilt of a ceremonial sword that had not seen battle in three centuries. I did not look up. I was busy counting the spines of the tax ledgers from the Northern Provinces, my fingers slick with the sweat of a man who knows he is...

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