The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-23 09:15:29 -

The banquet hall smelled of roasted meat and stale beer, the air thick with the sweat of two hundred men who had just survived another shift in the iron mill. I sat at the edge of the table, my constable’s badge heavy on my chest, watching my son Arthur from across the room. He was seventeen, pale as parchment, his hands trembling around his glass. The foreman, a brute named Silas Ketch, was...

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