The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-20 06:28:43 -

The hall was a cavern of gold and shadow, breathing with the heat of three hundred bodies. I stood near the pillars, my uniform pressed and cold against my skin, watching the chandeliers drip light onto the marble floor. It was a feast for the Crown, or so the invitations claimed, but to me it looked like a trap set in silk. The air smelled of lilies and sweat, a cloying sweetness that sat...

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