The Distant Threshold
The dinner service was broken not by a hand slipping, but by a silence so thick it possessed the physical weight of lead, a silence that settled over the mahogany table of the Ashworth estate like a shroud drawn slowly across a face, and in that heavy, suffocating quiet, the crystal decanter caught the amber glow of the chandelier and shattered into a thousand jagged stars that spilled across...
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