The Distant Threshold

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The tea was cold, but you drank it anyway, the liquid gritty against your teeth. "You’re shaking, Elias," Thomas said, his voice flat, devoid of the usual deference he afforded the senior archivist. "It’s the damp. The cellar’s leaking again. The rat in the pipe is gnawing at the insulation, I think. That’s why the floorboards creak." You ignored him. Your hands hovered over the leather-bound...

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