The Distant Threshold

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Act I Every boundary in the world is a lie we agree to believe until it breaks. Andre Joubert stood at the edge of the scriptorium, his fingers trembling not from the cold, but from the weight of the ink in his hand. The Abbey of Saint-Claude was a place of stone and silence, a rigid hierarchy that demanded absolute obedience in exchange for the mere privilege of writing. He was thirty-two, a...

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