The Distant Threshold

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The moss inside the cellar did not grow; it accumulated, a slow, green sedimentation that swallowed the light of the single oil lamp and replaced it with a humid, breathing darkness that tasted of iron and ancient earth. I sat upon a crate of rotting apples, my fingers wrapped around the hilt of a knife that had not seen steel in a century, feeling the vibration of the root systems thrumming...

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