The Distant Threshold
The dream began not with light, but with the heavy, damp silence of a cellar that had not seen the sun in a century, a silence so thick it felt less like the absence of sound and more like a physical weight pressing against the inside of my skull, forcing me to become aware of the single, trembling mark carved into the beam above my head, a mark that had been there since before I could...
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