The Distant Threshold

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The letter arrived on a Tuesday, the ink still wet with the smell of damp earth and old grief, demanding that you return the seal, a shattered artifact of your father’s making, to the man who had once been your brother and was now your accuser. You stood in the center of your workshop, the air thick with the scent of turpentine and the sharp, metallic tang of fear, and you felt the weight of...

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