The Distant Threshold

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The dream was wet. It tasted of copper and rain. Elias woke with a gasp. His heart hammered. The ceiling was white. The light was grey. He lay still. He waited. The sound of his own breathing filled the room. It was a harsh, wet rattle. Like water in a drain. He sat up. The sheets clung to his legs. Cold. He looked at his hands. They were shaking. Not much. Just a tremor. A fine, high-pitched...

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