The Distant Threshold

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You press the brush into the solvent jar, the bristles splaying under the weight of your thumb, and drag the mixture across the yellowed page where the ink has begun to lift. The smell is sharp, chemical, cutting through the stale air of the archive. Your hand trembles, not from cold, but from the vibration that runs up your forearm, a low hum that has no source in the room. Mara’s manuscript...

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