The Distant Threshold

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The feast was held in the long hall of the keep, where the air hung heavy with the scent of roasting boar and stale wine. Torches sputtered in their iron sconces, casting long, trembling shadows against the rough-hewn stone walls. Sir Edward Ashworth sat at the head of the table, though he did not eat. His hands gripped the edge of the oak plank, knuckles white, as he watched the dancers. They...

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