The Distant Threshold

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The ink was dry, but the paper was not yet cold, and Alaric Vane could feel the slight, damp give of the vellum beneath his index finger as he traced the final ligature of the cipher. He was sixty years old, and the tremor in his left hand had grown bold enough to make the quill slip, scratching a thin, white line across the dark script like a crack in a frozen lake. He did not look up when the...

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