The Distant Threshold

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The feast hall of the Iron Citadel was a cavern of shadow and smoke, where the air hung heavy with the scent of roasted venison, spilled wine, and the metallic tang of old blood. Torches, mounted on iron brackets that had seen centuries of service, flickered against the high vaulted ceiling, casting long, trembling shadows that danced like specters across the stone floor. Sir Aldric Vane stood...

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