The Distant Threshold

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The nib of the quill scrapes against the vellum, a dry, rasping sound that cuts through the silence of the scriptorium. You are Elias, forty-two years old, and your hand is steady, though your fingers are stained black to the knuckles from years of grinding ink. You need to finish this final page, the last entry in the debt ledger of Blackwood House, to secure your release. The debt is not...

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