The Distant Threshold

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Act I The salt carts ground their axles against the stone quays, a rhythmic, grinding complaint that echoed off the wet brickwork of the caravanserai, while the wind combed the wheat fields beyond the city walls into long, pale streaks. Immacolata Ferraro stood in the apothecary’s shop, her fingers trembling around the neck of a glass vial that glowed with a faint, sickly amber light, the...

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