The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-20 00:20:15 -

The oak door groaned open, a sound like a joint long stiffened by arthritis finally forcing itself into motion. Elara stood on the threshold, her small hands gripping the brass handle until the metal warmed against her skin. Behind her, the house exhaled a sigh of dust and dried lavender. It was a place of shadows and silence, a labyrinth of corridors that seemed to shift when one was not...

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