The Distant Threshold
The air in the grand hall of the estate was thick with the scent of roasted pheasant and the heavy, cloying perfume of lilies that lined the marble balustrades, creating a suffocating atmosphere that pressed against the eardrums like a physical weight, while Julian, who was only twelve years old but possessed the rigid, analytical posture of a man twice his age, stood by the silver service...
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