The Distant Threshold

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Act I You remember the smell of the vestry before the light ever reached the glass, a pungent mix of wet wool, stale incense, and the metallic tang of fear that clung to the back of Manette Patin’s throat. She stood at the desk, the final page of the communal ledger open before her, the ink in the well black and viscous as old blood. Her skin had begun to peel at the elbows, curling into...

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