The Distant Threshold

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The jar sat on the windowsill, a cylinder of amber glass that had once held honey, now holding something else entirely. It was a thick, viscous substance, dark as old blood, swirling with a slow, hypnotic gravity. Elias Vane stared at it, his fingers trembling not from cold, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the hours that had passed since he last looked away. The city outside the window...

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