The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-21 14:21:37 -

The rain did not fall. It hung. A grey curtain of mist clung to the high walls of the Hall. I sat in the dark. My hands shook. Not from cold. From fear. Or guilt. I could not tell which. The chair was cold oak. It bit into my spine. I waited. The clock on the mantel ticked. One sound. Then another. The air smelled of wet stone and old paper. I am a prisoner. Not in a cell. In a role. The role...

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