The Distant Threshold

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The first thing they took was the silence. Then the light. Then the name. I stood in the center of the marble hall, a place so vast and cold it felt like the inside of a ribcage. The air smelled of ozone and wet stone. Around me, the court shifted. Not like people moving in a crowd, but like water finding its level. They were not men or women in the way I understood them. They were shapes of...

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