The Distant Threshold

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The house was a beast of stone and silence. Elara stood in the hallway. The floor was cold. It was black marble. It reflected her face. Her face was pale. Her eyes were wide. She held a key. The key was iron. It was heavy in her hand. It felt like a bone. The house had waited. It had waited for years. It had waited for the war to end. The war had not ended here. The war lived in the walls. The...

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