The Distant Threshold

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The feast was loud. It was too loud. The candles burned with a blue, hungry light that ate the shadows in the corners of the great hall. You sat at the high table. Your hands were steady. Your eyes were dry. You were not afraid. Fear was a luxury for men who still had a choice. You did not have a choice. The choice had been taken from you three days ago, in the cold stone cells beneath the...

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