The Distant Threshold

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The ledger lay open on the desk, its pages swollen with the damp, and Elias Thorne held a quill that had cost him three shillings, a price he could no longer afford. The ink was thick, sluggish in the cold air of the manor, and as he moved the nib across the parchment, the sound was not the scratch of metal on paper but the low, grinding groan of stone dragging against wood. His left hand, the...

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