The Distant Threshold

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Act I Almaz Adan was forty-two years old, and he had not slept in three days because the ink on the parchment was watching him. The High Magistrate’s office smelled of damp stone and the sharp, metallic tang of fear, a scent that clung to the wool of my coat. I stood before the desk, my hands trembling not from cold, but from the weight of the evidence I had brought to save myself. The document...

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