The Distant Threshold

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The banquet hall of the Citadel of Aethelgard is not a place of warmth, but of suspended breath. It is a cavern of obsidian and bone, where the air hangs thick with the scent of ozone and ancient, drying blood. You sit at the far end of the long table, your hands folded over the cold stone, feeling the vibration of the feast through the soles of your boots. Around you, the lords of the Iron Age...

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