The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-21 22:22:59 -

The roast pig lay on the table like a fallen god, its skin blistered and golden, dripping a fat that pooled in the center of the oak plank. You sat at the head, your tunic stained with the sweat of the day’s labor, though your hands were still clean. The village hall smelled of woodsmoke, wet wool, and the heavy, cloying sweetness of the honey glaze. Around you, the men and women of Oakhaven...

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