The Distant Threshold

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The moss was thick. It ate the iron. I watched it creep over the bolts. We are the Keepers. We tend the Breath. The Breath is the city. The city is the lung. I am the alveoli. I am the exchange. My name is Elias. I am old. My knees ache in the damp. The damp is the price. The price is life. I walked the corridor. The walls wept. The water ran cold. It tasted of rust. It tasted of time. "Is it...

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