The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-17 22:07:56 -

You wake up in the mud, the taste of iron and old rain thick on your tongue, and the first thing you see is the door. It is not a door you remember building, nor one you recall walking through, yet it stands there with a familiarity that feels like a bruise pressing against your ribs. It is a heavy oak slab, swollen with centuries of damp, its hinges rusted into a web of orange decay. The wood...

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