The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-17 15:12:07 -

You are dead. Do not argue. The mirror shows it. The glass is cracked. A web of white lines spreads from your left eye to your right cheek. You look into the shard. Your face is there. But it is not yours. It is a stranger’s face. It wears a smile you never learned. It holds a knife you never bought. "Who are you?" you ask. The voice is not yours. It is smooth. It is cold. It is the voice of...

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