The Distant Threshold

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"Your Grace, the bridge toll has doubled since the new decree." I said it quietly, not to the Minister, but to the lamp I was polishing. The oil was thick, smelling of burnt wick and old grease, and the flame jumped as I wiped the glass. In the corner, the landlord, a thin man named Raza, coughed into his handkerchief, a wet, rhythmic sound that seemed to mark the seconds of our humiliation. We...

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