The Distant Threshold
Chapter One The memory of the banquet hall’s silence had already begun to fray at the edges by the time Tonya Lebedev wrote the first line of his report, the ink bleeding into the parchment like a bruise spreading under skin. He remembered the feast not as a celebration but as a mechanism, a series of gears turning in the dark, and he remembered Vanya’s face, smooth and unlined, watching him...
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