The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-19 05:00:47 -

The feast was heavy. It sat in the throat like a stone. Margaret Holloway watched the candles gutter in the drafty hall. The air smelled of roasted duck, stale wine, and the damp wool of the coats hanging by the door. It was a grand affair. The kind of thing that broke people. She held the bottle. It was not a bottle of wine. It was a vial of tincture. Dark, viscous, and heavy in her palm. The...

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