The Distant Threshold

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The feast was a roar of iron and sweat, the long tables groaning under the weight of roasted boar and barrels of dark, bitter ale. The air in the great hall was thick enough to chew, heavy with the stench of unwashed bodies, woodsmoke, and the metallic tang of blood that had not yet been washed from the floor. It was a night of celebration, or so the banners claimed, but the joy felt brittle,...

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