The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-17 14:24:38 -

The banquet was a disaster of red wine and silence. We sat in the center of the room, a long table stretching out like a spine under the weight of the chandelier. My hands were steady. I checked them. I always checked them. The tremor was gone, or I had buried it deep enough. Across from me sat Thomas. He was eating a steak. He cut it into small, precise squares. He did not look at me. He was...

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