The Distant Threshold

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You are waking inside the frost, or perhaps the frost is waking inside you, a slow and crystalline unfurling of the senses that feels less like returning to consciousness and more like being submerged in a river of cold glass that refuses to break. The air here is thick with the scent of dried lavender and ancient stone, a smell that belongs to no single place but to all places where time has...

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