The Distant Threshold
The guild master’s seal was missing, which meant the document was void, but the words remained. "Your hands have failed you, Jose Salazar."‌​⁠⁠‌‌‌​​‌⁠​⁠‌‍‌⁠⁠⁠‌‍​​‍‍‌​​​​​​​​​​​​​​‌‍‌​‌⁠​⁠⁠‌‌‍‍‍‍​‍⁠⁠‌⁠⁠​‌‌⁠‍​​‍‌‌​‌ The voice came from across the table, flat and bureaucratic, colliding with the intimate tremor in Jose’s own wrists. He sat in the back room where accounts were kept, the air heavy...
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