The Distant Threshold

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The seal was broken with a thumbnail, the wax cracking like a dry riverbed, and I did not look up from the ledger until the last of the ink had dried. It was the autumn session, the air in the war room thick with the scent of stale tallow and the damp wool of the guards who stood at the door, their breath fogging in the cold drafts that seeped through the stone. I am Silas, thirty-two, and I...

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