The Distant Threshold

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The feast was a wound in the dark. Candles guttered against the stone walls of the manor, their light trapped in the dust of centuries. Aelric sat at the head of the long table. He did not eat. The meat was grey. The wine was thick as blood. He watched the smoke rise. It curled. It vanished. He had come here as an exile. A wanderer. A man with no name that the world recognized. Now he was the...

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