The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-21 16:25:01 -

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and damp wool, a thick, cloying scent that seemed to settle in the back of your throat like a stone you could not swallow. You sat at the long oak table, the wood worn smooth by generations of elbows and the dull sheen of candlelight reflecting off the silverware. To your left, Edward Ashworth ate with the methodical precision of a man who believed...

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