The Distant Threshold
You dream of the house. It is always winter. The snow lies thick on the roof of the manor, white and silent. You are the scholar. You know this because you hold the book. The binding is cracked. The pages are dry. You stand in the library. The room is vast. Shelves line the walls. They hold the history of the family. They hold the truth. You are not afraid. You are certain. You have read the...
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