The Distant Threshold

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The iron sigil on the heavy oak door did not merely mark the threshold; it was the eye of the house, a cold, unblinking pupil that watched the world outside with a patience that outlasted empires, and I stood before it now, my breath misting in the freezing air, feeling the familiar, heavy pull of the metal against the hollow space where my heart used to beat. We had gathered that night for the...

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