The Distant Threshold

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The air in the library does not smell of dust or decay, as one might expect of a place buried beneath the strata of history, but rather of ozone and wet stone, a scent that clings to the back of your throat like a forgotten word, thick and metallic and alive. You stand before the central aisle, your fingers trembling not from the cold, which is nonexistent here in this timeless, suspended...

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