The Distant Threshold

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Who can hold the shape of a man once the ink has dried into ash? I stood before the hearth at ninety-six of Widow's Landing, the light from the window cutting a sharp, dusty diagonal across the flagstones. The ledger in my hands was not merely old; it was dying. As my fingers brushed the vellum, the edges curled and blackened, crumbling into a fine grey powder that slipped through my grip. It...

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