The Distant Threshold
The bell above the door did not ring. It was silent. It should have rung. Elara stood at the center of the room. She was small. Too small for the space. The room was a cell. It was white. The walls were smooth stone. The floor was cold. She wore a dress. It was blue. It was old. It was her mother’s dress. The dress was tight. It pulled at her shoulders. It dug into her waist. She did not move....
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