The Distant Threshold
Chapter One Slobodan Karapetyan remembered the weight of the silence before the breaking. It was a long dusk in the archive, the light failing against the high windows, the air thick with the dust of unfiled boxes. He stood in the shadow of the Whispering Stone, a slab of granite that hummed with the voices of the dead. The Inquisitor, Vazgen, sat behind a desk of dark oak, his face a mask of...
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