The Distant Threshold

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The letter was heavy, the paper thick and cream-colored, smelling faintly of the lavender sachets that Elara Vane kept in her desk drawer to mask the damp rot of the archive. She read it twice, the ink blurring slightly under the magnifying glass she wore on a chain around her neck, before setting it down on the oak blotter with a deliberate, final thud. It was a notification of review, a...

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