The Distant Threshold

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"Put it down, Enzo. For the love of God, put it down." I looked at Marco, my lieutenant, my friend of ten winters, and saw the fear in his eyes, a fear that had nothing to do with the siege outside and everything to do with the thing in my hands. The obsidian mirror was heavy, heavier than it had been a week ago, as if it were accumulating the weight of the air itself. My palms were slick with...

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