The Distant Threshold

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The feast is not for the dead. It is for the living who have forgotten how to breathe. You sit at the long table in the hall of the Ashworth estate, the wood polished to a glassy sheen by generations of anxious hands. The air smells of roasted pheasant and damp wool. You are eight years old. You wear a coat of heavy grey wool, cut tight at the shoulders. It is not just clothing. It is your...

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