The Distant Threshold

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The feast was not a celebration of victory, but a ritual of consumption, a heavy, suffocating tablecloth of meat and wine that stretched across the stone hall of the frontier garrison. The air was thick with the smell of roasting lamb and the metallic tang of stale blood, a perfume that had long since seeped into the very mortar of the walls. At the head of the long oak table sat General Aldous...

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