The Distant Threshold

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The banquet hall of the Ironworks sat heavy with the scent of roasted duck and stale coal smoke, a thick, suffocating fog that clung to the velvet drapes and the sweat of the guests. Margaret Holloway stood at the periphery of the room, her fingers wrapped tightly around the stem of a glass that had long since gone empty, watching the chandeliers sway in a rhythm that felt less like a...

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