The Distant Threshold

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The banquet hall of the Blackwood estate smelled of roasted pheasant and old dust, a scent that seemed to cling to the velvet curtains and settle into the hollows of our bones. I sat at the far end of the table, my fingers wrapped tightly around the stem of a crystal goblet, watching the candlelight flicker against the stone walls. Across from me, Julian smiled, a polite, practiced expression...

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