The Distant Threshold

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The hall was thick with the smell of roasted goose and old stone, a heavy, cloying scent that clung to the wool of your doublet. You sat at the long oak table, your hands folded neatly in your lap, watching the steam rise from the trencher in front of you. It was a feast, the midwinter banquet of the Abbey, but you could not taste the food. You were a scribe, a lowly functionary in the vast...

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