The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-20 18:15:35 -

The rain had stopped, but the air in the Great Hall of St. Jude’s Academy still tasted of wet stone and old fear. You stood at the edge of the double doors, your hands trembling not from the cold, which had bitten through your wool sweater since dawn, but from the sheer, terrifying weight of the silence that followed you. Behind you, the dormitory was empty, the beds stripped, the personal...

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