The Distant Threshold

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The jar was cold in Elias’s hand, a weight of black, viscous darkness that hummed against his palm like a living thing. He pressed the cork tighter, the glass sweating in the chill air of the cellar, while above him the floorboards creaked under the weight of his father’s dragging feet. The smell of damp earth and rotting wood filled his nose, a scent that had become the baseline of his...

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