The Distant Threshold

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You wake with dust in your teeth. It tastes like chalk and old stone. The room is dark. A single candle burns. The wax is black. It smells of rot. You are in a tower. You are a child. You are afraid. Look at the door. It is wood. Oak. Heavy. The handle is iron. Cold. You reach for it. Your fingers tremble. You pull. It does not open. You pull again. Nothing. You push. Nothing. The lock is...

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