The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-17 20:17:54 -

You stand in the center of the Great Hall, the air thick with the scent of ozone and burning lavender, your iron gauntlet raised to strike the throat of the Lord Chancellor, whose face is a mask of porcelain calm while his eyes burn with the cold, violet fire of a creature that has eaten too much starlight, and you are not merely a soldier, but the final lock on a door that should never have...

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