The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-20 11:56:25 -

The air in the basement of the old textile mill smelled of damp wool and stale tobacco, a thick, heavy scent that seemed to cling to the inside of the lungs. Elias stood near the center of the room, his uniform pressed and immaculate, a sharp contrast to the peeling paint and the rusted gears that hung from the ceiling like the bones of some forgotten beast. He was not alone. Around him, the...

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