The Distant Threshold

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The invoice lay on the workbench, its ink still wet, smelling of iron and old dust. You read the line item for the third time: *Mortar, Grade IV, 400 lbs, $12.50*. It was a fair price, though the ledger showed your account was overdrawn by three days’ wages. You signed it with a hand that trembled, not from cold, but from the knowledge that the Spire was bleeding. The stone of Ostra did not...

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