The Distant Threshold

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The hammer strikes the wood. Crack. Dust flies. You are in the cellar of the Ashworth宅邸, swinging the tool with a rhythm that feels less like work and more like a pulse. The air is thick, heavy with the scent of damp earth and rot. You are not alone. You are never alone here, not truly. The shadows in the corners breathe. They stretch and contract, mimicking your movements, a second set of...

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