The Distant Threshold

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The ink is cold, Emrys. It has been cold for three days." Gwilym’s voice was a thin thread pulled taut over a chasm of silence. The scribe stood in the doorway of the scriptorium, his fingers white-knuckled around the edge of the oak desk. The air in the room was heavy with lamp oil and damp wool, a stifling weight that pressed against his eardrums. Outside, the wind from the slate quarries was...

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