The Distant Threshold

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The heavy oak table in the center of the hall was not merely a piece of furniture but a monolithic altar to the preservation of memory, its surface scarred by centuries of scratches, wine stains, and the dull, persistent grime of neglect, and upon it sat a single ceramic bowl, glazed in a pale, ghostly blue that seemed to absorb the dim light of the tallow candles rather than reflect it,...

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