The Distant Threshold

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The letter lay on the oak table, its seal broken, the ink still wet as if the King’s scribe had only just withdrawn his quill. Elias Thorne read the directive three times, his fingers trembling not from cold, but from the sudden, crushing weight of the duty assigned to him. He was to weave the King’s Shroud before the winter solstice, using the forbidden crimson dyes stored in the cellar, and...

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