The Distant Threshold

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The parchment lay flat on the obsidian table, its surface slick with the humidity of the throne room. You stared at the ink, black and viscous as oil, pooling in the nib of the quill. The King’s decree waited, a simple line of text that would erase the debt your family owed to the Crown, a debt that had grown like a tumor in your father’s lungs until it swallowed him whole. You reached for the...

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