The Distant Threshold

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The lock on the sub-basement door is rusted, a thick, orange scab over the brass that bites into your gloves as you force the mechanism. You are Elias, thirty-four, a senior archivist in the Ministry of Records, and your hands are shaking so violently that the key slips twice before it finally turns. The air in the corridor is stale, carrying the scent of damp stone and the faint, chemical tang...

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