The Distant Threshold

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The feast hall of Blackwood Hollow smelled of roasted lamb, stale beer, and the heavy, cloying perfume of dried lavender hanging from the rafters. It was a celebration of the harvest, a time when the lord of the manor, Lord Ashworth, opened his granaries and his purse, and the village of hollowed-out faces feasted on the excess of his wealth. In the corner, near the drafty window where the...

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