The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-19 02:45:01 -

I woke with the taste of copper in my mouth. It was thick. Old. Like sucking on a penny left in the rain. The room was dark. My hands were shaking. I looked down. They were clean. I always check. It is a habit. A sickness. The clock on the nightstand ticked. One second. Two. Ten. I dressed in the dark. The wool of the uniform scratched my neck. It felt like a brand. I pulled the collar up. I...

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