The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-18 16:16:36 -

The feast was a wound in the night. You sat at the long oak table, the wood polished to a mirror shine by centuries of hands, and you watched the candlelight tremble against the stone walls of the keep. The air smelled of roasted lamb and wax, of wet wool and old blood. Around you, the lords of the court laughed, their voices rising like smoke, thick and gray. But you heard none of it. Your...

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