The Distant Threshold

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The ink on the ledger was still wet when I first noticed the stain, a dark, iridescent bloom that spread across the parchment like a bruise forming under the skin of a dead man. I was alone in the archive room, the only light coming from the single tallow candle that guttered in the drafty air, casting long, trembling shadows against the shelves of bound records that stretched up into the gloom...

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