The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-19 10:20:26 -

The fire started in the cellar, a slow, hungry thing that ate the roots of the old oaks supporting the roof before it ever touched the beams. You were there when the smoke first curled through the floorboards, a gray whisper that smelled of sulfur and wet ash. You knew what it was before the neighbors did. You knew because you are the one who keeps the ledger of the dead, the one who trades in...

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