The Distant Threshold

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"You think I’m mad, Nazario? You think the water is the only thing that rises here?" Marta’s voice cut through the damp air of the manor, sharp and brittle as the ice forming on the windowpanes. I stood in the doorway, my hands trembling not from fear, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that had settled over the house since Elena’s death. The air was thick, heavy with the smell...

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