The Distant Threshold

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Elias’s hands moved with the frantic precision of a surgeon, slicing the dried root of the night-blooming jasmine into thin, translucent ribbons. The knife sang a low, metallic note against the wooden board, a sound that cut through the damp, fungal silence of the apothecary shop. He did not look up. He did not need to. He knew the weight of the air in the room, the way it pressed against his...

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