The Distant Threshold
The house breathed. That was the only way to describe it, the way the old Georgian estate in the English countryside seemed to inhale the damp morning air through its thousand cracks and exhalations, settling deeper into the earth with a groan that vibrated in the floorboards. Elias sat in the center of the library, his back against the heavy oak door, knees drawn to his chest. He was not...
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