The Distant Threshold

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Thorne. The voice was not the Prime Minister’s, nor the Scribe’s. It was the sound of a key turning in a lock that had been rusted shut for years. I stood in the antechamber of the Imperial Court, the air thick with the scent of wet wool and old paper. My name, spoken by the ink on the parchment before me, vibrated in the hollow of my chest. It was a summons. I wanted to clear Lord Vane’s name,...

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