The Distant Threshold

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The mortar and pestle lay in shards across the floor of the apothecary, a constellation of white ceramic debris that caught the low, amber light of the gas lamps, and I stood amidst the wreckage, my hands trembling not with cold, but with the sudden, violent realization that the silence I had been hunting for had finally found me. It was a soundless explosion, the kind that fractures the bone...

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