The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-19 02:32:55 -

"The vial is empty, Master Aldous." The voice was flat, precise, stripped of all inflection. It belonged to Thomas, my assistant, a boy of eighteen with hands that trembled not from fear but from the sheer exertion of holding his composure. He stood before the heavy oak desk in the center of the scriptorium, his eyes fixed on the brass instrument resting between us. The air in the room was...

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