The Distant Threshold

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Act I Marguerite Hubert was sixty-eight years old, and her hands had not stopped trembling since the winter of the previous year. She stood in the back room of her apothecary on the hillside, a place where the stone walls were cut like bread, and before her lay the final batch of ingredients for the Silence Tonic. The community below, in the rain-slicked streets of the port, could not sleep;...

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