The Distant Threshold

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The key is in your pocket. It is cold. It is heavy. It has been in your pocket for three days, ever since the funeral, ever since the rain stopped and the sun came out to bleach the grass white. You do not look at it. You look at the floor. You look at the walls. You look at the other people in the room, but you do not see them. They are ghosts. They are echoes. You are here because you are the...

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