The Distant Threshold

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The ink on the ledger was dry, but the weight of the numbers remained suspended in the air like dust motes dancing in a sunbeam that had long since vanished from the window, leaving the scriptorium in a state of perpetual, twilight ambiguity that felt less like a place of work and more like the interior of a sealed tomb where time had forgotten how to flow. I sat at the oak desk, the wood worn...

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