The Distant Threshold

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The frost had not yet taken hold of the cellar stones, but the cold was already a living thing, pressing its fingers against my ribs. I stood before the great iron chest, my hands trembling not from the chill, but from the terrible weight of the truth I had carried for three days. It was a heavy, dense silence in the room, the kind that follows a diagnosis, a verdict, or a death. I am not a man...

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