The Distant Threshold

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The ledger weighed four pounds, bound in cracked leather, and it smelled of damp wool and old ink. Elias held it against his chest, the cold of the stone floor seeping through the thin tunic he had been given. He was thirty years old, a knight of the Crown, standing before the High Court in the year of our Lord 1342, and his hands were steady. The room was not silent. It hummed with the scratch...

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