The Distant Threshold

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The dream began not with light, but with the smell of damp wool and the heavy, suffocating silence of a room where the air had forgotten how to move, a silence so thick it seemed to possess a weight that pressed against the eardrums and demanded a confession that had not yet been spoken, a silence that was the very fabric of the world Eleanor had inhabited since the day the old man first looked...

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