The Distant Threshold
The rotunda of the Municipal Archive was a place of such profound silence that it seemed to have weight, pressing against Elara’s eardrums like deep water. She stood in the center of the circular room, her breath suspended in the cold air, her fingers trembling as they hovered over the bioluminescent moss that clung to the stone pillars. The moss pulsed with a slow, rhythmic blue light, a faint...
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