The Distant Threshold

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The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and expensive perfume, a cloying mixture that stuck to the back of your throat like a bad taste. You counted the chandeliers as you stood there, holding a glass of wine you had no intention of drinking, watching the light fracture into a hundred jagged pieces on the polished floor. There were four of them, heavy with crystal, humming with a low,...

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