The Distant Threshold

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The ink was thick, heavy as wet clay, and Elias counted the drops falling from the nib onto the parchment, one, two, three, before the first black vein spread across the page like a crack in frozen ice. He had been working for nine hours, his shoulders aching with the weight of the quill, the smell of the scriptorium filling his lungs with the scent of damp stone and rotting oak. The Grand...

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