The Distant Threshold

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The ink in my well was black, but the fracture on my thumb was darker. It had appeared that morning, a jagged line of void splitting the skin, pulsing with a cold that bit deeper than the winter air. I am Elias, a scribe of the Third Rank, and I write this from the damp stone of the debtors’ dungeon because my brother, Thomas, is dying, and the High Inquisitor has decided that his death is a...

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