The Distant Threshold

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The dream was always the same: a white void, infinite and sterile, and in the center, a door of black oak. It did not open. It simply waited, a mouth sealed shut. Elara Vance woke at 3:00 a.m., her sheets tangled around her legs, the taste of iron on her tongue. She was thirty-four, a junior archivist at Halloway & Sons, and in three days, the tribunal would decide her fate. The charge was...

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