The Distant Threshold

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The ink in the well before me did not sit still. It rippled, a dark, viscous tide that seemed to breathe in the dim light of the Archive. I watched it for a long moment, my hand hovering over the petition I had drafted to clear my brother’s name. The paper was dry, the words stark and final, yet the air around the well felt heavy, charged with a static that made the hair on my arms stand up. I...

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