The Distant Threshold

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The hall was choked with smoke and the smell of burnt copper, a thick, metallic haze that clung to the back of the throat like a bad memory. It was a celebration, or so the banners suggested, draped in heavy velvet and gold thread, marking the centennial of the Ironworks. But the air tasted wrong, sharp and electric, as if the machinery beneath the floorboards were screaming in a frequency only...

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