The Distant Threshold

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The feast hall smelled of roasted pheasant and wet wool, a thick, cloying scent that clung to the back of the throat. You counted the guests as they filed in, forty-two in total, each one a potential witness to your ascent, each one a weight on the scale of your reputation. Elias Thorne, Senior Inspector, stood by the pillar, his hand resting on the pommel of his sword, feeling the cold iron...

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