The Distant Threshold

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The humidity is at sixty-two percent, and if you keep it there, the ink bleeds. I stared at the readout on the climate control panel, the green digits flickering in the dim light of the basement vault. The air was heavy, damp with the scent of decaying cellulose and old dust, a weight that pressed against my eardrums and settled in my lungs. I was not supposed to be here. I was not supposed to...

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