The Distant Threshold

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The fever broke in the small hours, not with a sweat, but with a silence so profound it felt like the earth had stopped turning. Margot sat on the edge of the mahogany bed, the sheets twisted around her ankles like the roots of a strangled tree. Across the room, Elias lay still, his breathing shallow, a thin ribbon of mist escaping his lips into the cold November air. He had been dying for...

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