The Distant Threshold

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The dream is always the same. You are standing in a hallway that stretches too far, the wallpaper peeling in long, sickly strips. The air tastes of copper and old paper. You are holding a glass pendant. It is small, circular, etched with a face you cannot quite see. You know it is your mother’s. You know it is broken. You are trying to hold the pieces together with your bare fingers, but they...

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