The Distant Threshold

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The frost had not merely settled upon the windowpanes of the manor; it had grown there, a crystalline web that pulsed with a faint, rhythmic light, as if the glass itself were breathing. You stood before it, your breath fogging the air in short, desperate bursts, and watched the pattern spread. It was a beautiful thing, this slow calcification of the outside world, yet it filled you with a...

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