The Distant Threshold

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The ledger lay open on the desk, its pages yellowed and brittle, the ink of your handwriting still bleeding faintly into the paper as if the act of writing were a wound that refused to close. You stood before Director Vane, the air in his office thick with the low, persistent static that hummed through the walls of Oakhaven, a sound that felt less like noise and more like a pressure against...

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