The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-17 13:39:45 -

The dream is not a dream, but a memory of the cold. You are standing in the mud of the Somme, or perhaps it is the Argonne, the lines blurred by the rain that has been falling for three days. The air tastes of iron and wet wool. In your hands, you hold the compass. It is not a standard issue instrument, not the brass and leather thing every soldier carries. It is a heavy, ornate thing, a pocket...

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