The Distant Threshold

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The great hall of King Aldous was a furnace of gold and shadow. Candles, thick as men’s thighs, burned with a steady, hungry light. They cast long, wavering reflections on the polished floor, turning the stone into liquid mercury. The air smelled of roasted boar, spiced wine, and the metallic tang of fear. Wren stood at the edge of the feast. She was not human. Or at least, she was not what the...

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