The Distant Threshold
The silence that followed the shattering of the great hall’s mirrors was not an absence of sound but a heavy, suffocating presence that pressed against your eardrums like deep water, and you stood amidst the glittering debris of your own reflection, feeling the cold, jagged edges of the glass cutting into the soles of your feet while the air itself seemed to thicken with a scent of ozone and...
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