The Distant Threshold

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The dampness in the cellar did not smell of rot, but of copper, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat and made my teeth ache with a dull, persistent throb. I woke with the taste of blood in my mouth, though I had not bitten my tongue, and the stone floor beneath my cheek was so cold it felt like it was sucking the heat from my bones, pulling it down into the dark earth where the...

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