The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-18 17:33:51 -

The letter is in your hand. It is heavy, not with ink, but with the weight of years. You stand in the antechamber of the Hall, a place of high ceilings and colder air. The floor is marble, polished to a mirror sheen. Your reflection stares back at you. It is older than you. It has lines around the eyes that you do not see in the glass, but you feel in the skin. You are a clerk. You have been a...

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