The Distant Threshold

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The light in the High Keep is always grey, a flat wash that makes the stone look wet even when it is dry. I stood before the Chancellor’s desk, the dust of my father’s staff settling on my boots, and waited for him to speak. He did not look at me. He looked at the clay tablet in his hand, a piece of fired earth with a complaint scrawled on it in ink that had long since faded to brown. It was a...

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