The Distant Threshold

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The glass did not break. It sang. A high, thin note pierced the air of the Grand Hall, vibrating in the teeth of every person present. Margaret stood in the center of the marble floor, her fingers still wrapped around the stem of the crystal goblet. The sound lingered, a ghost trapped in the stone. "You are dangerous," said Lord Ashworth. He did not look at her face. He looked at the goblet. At...

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