The Distant Threshold

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I, Samir Fahmy, was wiping the ink from my fingers with a rag that smelled of old camphor when the High Priest, Abu Tariq, kicked the chain-latched door of the caravanserai’s inner scriptorium. My hands were still stained with the black residue of the Codex Aeternum, the final glyph pulsing on the parchment before me like a wound that refused to close. I had been working for three days without...

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