The Distant Threshold

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The dream began with teeth. Not his own. Not human. The jaws were vast, white, and endless. They opened. The dark inside was warm. It smelled of iron. It smelled of wet earth. He tried to scream. No sound came. Only the grinding. The grinding went on. He woke. The ceiling was white. A crack ran through it. Like a river on a map. He lay still. His heart hammered. A drum in a chest. He breathed....

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