The Distant Threshold

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The iron gauntlet was cold against my palm, a weight that had not shifted in twenty years, its rust flaking onto the damp stone floor of the scriptorium like dead skin. I am Sir Aldric, and I have come to kill Lord Vane, for the King’s seal is upon the order, and the seal is the law, yet the air here tastes of copper and old graves, and the dead are whispering in the corners of my mind, a sound...

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