The Distant Threshold
The study was airtight, a fact Elias had come to appreciate only after the door had been locked from the outside for the third time that week. The air inside was thick with the scent of stale tobacco and old paper, a suffocating mixture that seemed to settle in his lungs and refuse to leave. He sat at the heavy oak desk, his hands trembling not from fear but from a feverish need to make sense...
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