The Distant Threshold

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Elias. The word hung in the air, sharp as a snapped twig. I flinched, my hand jerking back from the ledger. Master Aldous did not look up from his window. He never looked up. He sat in the high-backed chair, his back a straight line of grey wool against the dim afternoon light, and he watched the dust motes swirl in the beam like tiny, confused planets. "Elias," he said again. His voice was...

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