The Distant Threshold

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The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and old stone, a scent that clung to your clothes and settled deep in your lungs, a heavy, suffocating perfume of the empire’s decay. You stood at the periphery of the great oak table, where the candelabras flickered with a nervous, amber light, casting long, trembling shadows that seemed to reach for you with cold, grasping fingers. In your hands,...

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