The Distant Threshold

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I counted the vials of ink, twelve in total, each stoppered with wax that had begun to crack in the damp air of the scriptorium. The year was 1348, and the frost was already biting at the glass of the high windows, promising a winter that would test the resilience of the stone walls as surely as it would test the souls within them. I am Thomas, a scribe of twenty years, and I had one goal that...

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