The Distant Threshold

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The mist does not clear; it only thins enough to let you see what it has already taken. I stood in the corridor of the High Steward’s office, the air so cold it bit through my coat, and watched the metal door handle dissolve into a gray sludge that dripped onto the linoleum. The fog was a living thing in this dome, a slow, hungry erosion that ate the iron and the stone, a fact the court had...

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