The Distant Threshold

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I look back now from the vantage of a life already spent, remembering the weight of the cobbler’s last that sat on my workbench, a child-size mold for a shoe that would never be made, as I stood in the center of the great hall where the air smelled of burnt sugar and old rot. I was forty-two, my hands trembling not from age but from the desperate need to secure the royal seal for my late...

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