The Distant Threshold

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The air in the archive did not smell of dust, as one might expect from a repository of dead things, but of stale honey and the sharp, metallic tang of old blood, a scent that clung to the back of Aldous Thorne’s throat like a physical weight. He sat in his high-backed chair, the leather worn smooth by the friction of decades, his fingers resting on the spine of a book that had not been opened...

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