The Distant Threshold
The ledger weighed four pounds in Elias Thorne’s left hand, a dense, rectangular block of paper and binding glue that felt colder than the air in the archive. He counted the pages, one by one, his fingers brushing the brittle edges until the skin on his left palm felt raw and thin. There were three hundred and twelve pages left to catalog before the sun rose, and three hundred and twelve...
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