The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-19 06:01:08 -

The coat was red. It hung in the hall. It was my coat. Or it had been. I looked at it. It looked back. The fabric was wool. Heavy. Dark. It smelled of dust. And rain. I reached for it. My hand stopped. I could not touch it. There was a wall. Invisible. But solid. I pressed my palm against the air. It felt cold. It felt like iron. I pulled my hand away. I was a prisoner. Not of a cell. Of a...

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