The Distant Threshold

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The feast was not of food, but of iron and breath, a symposium of the bound held in the amber light of the high tower where the air tasted of ozone and old blood. You stand at the head of the long table, your hands resting on the polished oak, feeling the grain beneath your skin like the topography of a map you have memorized in your sleep. Around you, the other Warden’s sit in their ceremonial...

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