The Distant Threshold

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Chapter One Muhammad Qasim’s nose was bleeding before the elders had even finished their prayers. The blood, thick and warm, ran down his lip and onto the white linen of his ceremonial robe, a stark red line against the dust-choked floor of the tithe barn. He tried to hold his breath, to keep the convulsions of his body in check, but his lungs were failing him, each inhalation a rasping, broken...

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