The Distant Threshold

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Chapter One In the lower cellar of the Gomes estate, where the damp seeped through the stone like a slow hemorrhage, the air tasted of salt and old iron. Filomena Gomes, thirty years old and her hands permanently stained with the black dust of obsidian, held the chisel against the fractured surface of the mirror. The tool was heavy, a piece of tempered steel that had outlasted two apprentices...

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