The Distant Threshold

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The air in the Hall of Whispers did not smell of dust, as one might expect in a place so ancient and so heavily guarded by the silent, stony faces of ancestors who had long since ceased to care about the living; instead, it carried the metallic, ozone-tang of a storm that had not yet broken, a scent that clung to the back of my throat and settled into the crevices of my skin, reminding me that...

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