The Distant Threshold

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The ink on the quill was still wet as you pressed the nib into the ledger, the scratch of the feather loud in the silence of the scriptorium. You were Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a senior inquisitor with a pension that depended on your ability to find a discrepancy in the Abbey of St. Jude’s accounts. The winter solstice was three days away, and if you could not prove the Abbot had...

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