The Distant Threshold

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The dust falls like snow in the empty lobby of the Torre de São Bento, settling on the black marble floor in a fine, grey veil. You are Elara, thirty-two, and your boots sink into the particulate matter with a sound like soft footsteps in a graveyard. The building is a monolith of raw concrete, a brutalist scar on the Lisbon skyline, and it is dying. Outside, the winter wind howls against the...

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