The Distant Threshold

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The brass key was cold in your palm, its teeth worn smooth by forty years of use, yet it felt heavier than iron as you turned it in the lock of the Halloway Archive. You are twelve, small enough to fit into the gaps between the shelves, but your hands are steady, trained by the repetitive motion of stamping dates and filing correspondence. You want the ledger page. You need it. Your father’s...

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