The Distant Threshold
The candle gutters in the draft, casting long, trembling shadows against the oak beams of the attic, and you watch the flame die until the room is swallowed by a darkness so absolute it feels like a physical weight pressing against your eyes. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a junior archivist in the town of Oakhaven, and the cold is beginning to seep through the floorboards, a chill...
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