The Distant Threshold

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The boy did not wake so much as he surfaced, a diver rising through the black, still water of sleep into a world that smelled faintly of ozone and stale lavender, a scent that clung to the air like a second skin. He stood in the center of a room that was not a room but a vast, circular chamber carved from a stone that seemed to breathe with a slow, rhythmic pulse, the walls lined with shelves...

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