The Distant Threshold

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Chapter One Samira Nasser sat in the damp keep, her fingers wrapped around the withered oak branch her father had given her before the gallows. She was thirty years old, an inquisitor by trade, though the High Court had branded her a heretic three days prior. The sirocco had blown for two days, turning the air in the stone corridors into a dry, choking powder that settled in her lungs. Outside,...

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