The Distant Threshold

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The banquet hall of King Edward III’s court at Windsor was a cacophony of clinking silver, the heavy scent of roasted boar, and the low, murmuring hum of political calculation that always underlay the festive noise. Master Elias Thorne, a goldsmith of forty years whose hands were stained permanently with the residue of acid and gold leaf, stood near the edge of the great table, his eyes fixed...

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