The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-18 18:55:04 -

The coat is still on the line. It is a heavy thing. Wool and thread. Black. It hangs in the draft. It sways. The wind pulls at the hem. You watch it. You watch it for hours. The sun moves across the courtyard. The shadows lengthen. The coat does not move. It waits. You are cold. You are wet. You are here. You are in the city of St. Jude. It is a place of stone and rain. The buildings are old....

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