The Distant Threshold

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The heavy oak door groaned in its frame, a sound like a bone cracking under the weight of centuries, and I stood there with my hands trembling so violently that the small, brass-bound book in my grip felt as though it might slip away into the cold, damp air of the corridor. "You are late," the voice said, not from the shadows, but from the very air itself, a low, resonant hum that vibrated in...

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