The Distant Threshold

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The feast was a riot of salt and smoke, a sensory assault designed to drown out the silence of the cell. You sat at the head of the long oak table, your fingers stained with the grease of roasted duck, your mind sharp as a scalpel. The air was thick, heavy with the smell of tallow candles and the metallic tang of fear. Around you, the other scholars sat, their faces pale, their eyes darting to...

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