The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-18 01:48:33 -

The rain hit the windowpanes of the old manor house with a relentless, rhythmic thud, a sound that had become the backdrop to my final weeks. I sat at the heavy oak desk, the wood grain worn smooth by decades of hands, my own fingers trembling over the surface. The house, Whitmore Hall, was dying. Not in the way houses die, slowly, with rot and neglect, but in a way that felt alive. A way that...

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