The Distant Threshold

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I woke with the taste of iron on my tongue and the sound of dripping in my ears. It was not water. It was thick, black, and cold. I sat up in my narrow bed, the stone walls of Oakhaven Keep pressing in around me like a clenched fist. For twenty years, this house has been my skin. I know the groan of the timber in the wind, the specific creak of the third stair, the way the light hits the floor...

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