The Distant Threshold

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The cellar smelled of wet stone and rotting oak. Elias Thorne stood before the iron cabinet, his fingers trembling not from cold, but from the sheer, suffocating weight of the hour. Across from him, Steward Halloway adjusted his spectacles, a small, precise movement that seemed to mock the urgency in the air. "The protocol is clear, Doctor," Halloway said, his voice flat, devoid of inflection....

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