The Distant Threshold

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a relentless, hollow rhythm against the slate roof of the university library, a sound that Elias Thorne found both soothing and suffocating. He sat at his desk in the far corner, the one where the light was dimmest and the smell of damp wool and decaying paper was strongest. His hands, stained with ink and trembling slightly, turned the pages...

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