The Distant Threshold

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The feast was loud. Clinking glass. Roast meat. The smell of wine and sweat. Silas sat at the far end. He held his plate. His hands were steady. He was new. He was a stranger. The men looked at him. They saw a thief. They saw a beggar. They saw a ghost. "You look hungry, boy." Master Aldric spoke. He sat at the head. He wore silk. He wore gold. He smiled. It was a cold smile. It was a sharp...

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