The Distant Threshold

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The spoon was cold in Elias’s hands, its metal dull and warped from years of stirring porridge in the Court’s lower kitchens. He held it up to the flickering candlelight, watching the light catch the jagged edge where he had bent and snapped it. It was a crude key, a thing of shame, but the High Archivist’s vault did not care about shame; it only cared about the shape of the hole. Elias was...

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