The Distant Threshold

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The ink was bleeding off the parchment again. "You’re doing it too slowly, Elian," Master Thorne said, his voice a dry rasp that seemed to scrape against the silence of the archive. He coughed, a wet, rattling sound that ended in a spatter of crimson on his sleeve. He didn’t wipe it. "The Hollow King is listening. If you hesitate, the cold finds the gaps." Elian looked at the blot spreading...

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