The Distant Threshold

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The ink on your hands has not dried since dawn, a black varnish that binds your fingers to the memory of the letter you wrote, the one that was never sent, the one that now sits in the drawer like a stone in a shoe. You are the Archivist of the Blackwood Conclave, a title that sounds grand to the uninitiated but is, in practice, a sentence of quiet, perpetual labor. Your world is this room: a...

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