The Distant Threshold

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The parchment was brittle, curling at the edges like a dead leaf, and the ink had faded to a rusty brown that stained my fingers as I held it under the tallow light. It was a bill of lading, or perhaps a warrant, the header stamped with the seal of the Guild of Alchemists, a circle of interlocking gears and a serpent eating its own tail. I read the line item three times, the words blurring not...

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