The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-24 12:53:46 -

My fingers were already black with ink when the tremor started, a fine, high-pitched vibration that traveled from the bone of my wrist up into the shoulder, threatening to snap the delicate line of the transcription I had been working on for three days. The quill, cut from the feather of a station-bird that had died in the cold cycle of the upper deck, hovered over the parchment, its tip...

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