The Distant Threshold

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You are bleeding. It is thick. Dark. It drips from your nose onto the white collar of your uniform. You do not wipe it. You cannot move your hand. Your body is a locked box. You are inside it. You are the key. You are the lock. The air smells of ozone and wet stone. It is a smell you know. It is the smell of the place where you went wrong. "Get up," a voice says. It is not a voice. It is a...

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