The Distant Threshold

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The air in the basement of the Whitmore estate did not smell of dust, as one might expect from a place that had been sealed since the turn of the century, but rather of wet wool and the metallic tang of old blood, a scent that clung to the back of my throat and refused to be swallowed, a persistent and intrusive guest at a banquet where I was not invited. I stood in the center of the room, my...

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