The Distant Threshold

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The parchment lay on the desk, the ink still wet and heavy, smelling of iron and stale sweat. I read the decree twice, my fingers trembling not from fear but from the sheer weight of the paper, which seemed to pull down toward the wood grain. It was a list of names, and mine was crossed out in red. The mirror on the wall behind me showed my face, but it was three seconds behind, the ghost of my...

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