The Distant Threshold

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The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and old wood, a scent that coated Elias Thorne’s throat like a film of grease. He stood in the shadows of the gallery, his hand resting on the railing, watching the Emperor’s court celebrate the solstice below. The Grand Clock, a towering skeleton of brass and bone, loomed in the center of the room, its face obscured by a heavy velvet drape. Elias...

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