The Distant Threshold

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The fire started in the cellar. I know this because I smelled the sulfur before I saw the smoke. It tasted like old pennies and rotting lilies on my tongue. The air in the throne room was thick, heavy with the scent of ozone and fear. I stood by the window, watching the sky turn the color of a bruise. Below me, the court had descended into chaos. They were screaming for water. They were...

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