The Distant Threshold

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The banquet hall of the Citadel of Aethelgard was not a place of joy, but of a suffocating, opulent rot, where the air hung thick with the scent of overripe pears and the metallic tang of old blood that no amount of lavender oil could quite scrub from the tapestries, and it was here, amidst the clatter of gold cutlery against crystal plates and the murmured gossip of lords who wore their titles...

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