The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-19 08:51:11 -

The owl sat on the roof. It was a barn owl. Its face was white as a skull. It did not move. It watched the hall. The hall was cold. Stone walls. Dust in the light. Sir Alistair walked. His boots clicked. Clack. Clack. He was the King’s Eye. He found what was hidden. He was good at it. Too good. His eyes were dry. He had no tears left. They burned out years ago. He carried a lantern. The flame...

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