The Distant Threshold

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You stand in the center of the room, and the silence is not empty but heavy, a physical weight that presses against your eardrums. The air smells of damp stone, old wool, and the faint, metallic tang of dried blood that no amount of scrubbing can fully remove from the grout. It is a large chamber, vaulted high above you, where the shadows pool in corners that seem to breathe. You are wearing...

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