The Distant Threshold

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Elara. The summons came from the head of the wardrobe, a sharp bark that cut through the rhythmic snip of my shears. I did not look up. My hands were deep in the hem of the King’s ceremonial cloak, the wool heavy and damp with the winter air. "Elara," he said again, softer this time, but with the weight of a command that could not be ignored. I finally lifted my eyes. He stood in the doorway,...

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