The Distant Threshold
The banquet was not a meal but a ritual of consumption, a sprawling, grotesque display of abundance that seemed to breathe in the humid air of the great hall, where the tables were laden not with mere food but with the preserved essence of the city itself, jars of amber syrup, wheels of cheese that oozed like slow-moving lava, and loaves of bread so dark and dense they looked like compressed...
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