The Distant Threshold
The feast in the great hall of the manor was a spectacle of such deliberate, almost aggressive abundance that it seemed less a gathering of kin and more a ritualistic offering to the gods of preservation, the air thick with the heavy, cloying scent of roasted venison, spiced wine, and the damp, earthy perfume of the moss that crept up the ancient stone walls, while in the corner, where the...
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