The Distant Threshold

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The Grand Hall of the Ironwood Palace did not merely smell of roasting boar and spiced wine, but of the heavy, metallic tang of ancient obligation, a scent that clung to the velvet drapery and seeped into the pores of every guest who dared to linger beneath the vaulted ceilings where chandeliers of black iron swayed with the ominous grace of pendulums measuring out the remaining seconds of...

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