The Distant Threshold

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Chapter One "You cannot ask for what the magistrate has already decided is his," the customs man said, his voice low and rough with the sleet that was beginning to spit against the stone walls of the harbor office. Ivana Karamyan stood in the doorway, her hands stained with the indigo dye of the cloth she had been working, the cold seeping into her bones as she looked out at the high moor where...

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