The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-23 01:30:18 -

The ledger was warm in my hands, its leather cover slick with the condensation of a room that had not seen fresh air in decades, and I held it the way one holds a bird that might fly away if the grip slackened by even a millimeter. The tapping in my left ear had begun three weeks ago, a dry, rhythmic click like a metronome set to a tempo only I could hear, and it had grown so loud that I had...

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