The Distant Threshold

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The fire in the great hall did not burn so much as it consumed the air itself, a hungry, white void that swallowed the oak beams and the tapestries of the old kings, leaving behind only the smell of ash and the terrified silence of the household. You stand in the corridor, your fingers locked around the hilt of a sword you have never drawn in anger, watching the light of the catastrophe paint...

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