The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-18 08:24:50 -

The oak tree in the courtyard had been dying for three years, though no one at the Hall of Records dared say so. Its leaves, once a vibrant, defiant green, had turned the color of old parchment, brittle and trembling under the weight of an autumn that seemed to last forever. Julian sat beneath its canopy, his back pressed against the rough, peeling bark. He was a Senior Archivist, a title that...

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