The Distant Threshold

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The brass compass in Elara’s hands was cold, heavier than it had been an hour ago, its needle trembling not with magnetic north but with a frantic, arrhythmic pulse that matched the thumping in her own temples. She sat at the edge of the bed in her small room above the chandler’s shop, staring at the instrument as if it were a wound she had failed to suture, the brass casing darkened by the...

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