The Distant Threshold

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The air in the Hall of Echoes did not smell of dust, as one might expect in a place where time had pooled and stagnated. It smelled of ozone and wet stone, a sharp, electric tang that pricked the nostrils of Elara Vane. She stood alone in the center of the vast, circular chamber, her boots sinking slightly into the floor, which was not stone but a dense, black clay that shimmered with a faint,...

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