The Distant Threshold

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The dream was always the same. It was a house made of glass. Every window was shattered. The shards did not fall. They hung in the air, suspended in a vacuum of silence. Elara stood in the center, holding a single pane. It was warm. It was heavy. It cut into her palm. She did not drop it. She never dropped it. She woke in the dark. The rain hammered against the slate roof of the cottage. It was...

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