The Distant Threshold

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The ledger weighed four pounds and three ounces. You knew this because you had carried it to the scale in the market square, the brass counter clicking against the stone floor, the magistrate’s clerk watching with eyes like wet pebbles. It was a ledger of debts, not of magic, though in Oakhaven, where the air tasted of iron and old sweat, the line between the two was thin as a razor’s edge. You...

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