The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-19 03:03:14 -

The banquet hall of the Citadel of Aethelgard was not built for light, but for the weight of silence, a cavernous space where the stone walls wept with condensation and the air hung thick with the scent of roasted lamb, stale wine, and the metallic tang of old blood. I sat at the far end of the long oak table, my hands clasped tightly in my lap, feeling the roughness of the linen napkin beneath...

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