The Distant Threshold

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The gate was iron. It was heavy. It was cold. I stood before it. My hands trembled. The wind was sharp. It cut through my wool coat. I felt the chill in my bones. The stone wall was high. It was grey. It was endless. The sky above was pale. It offered no comfort. I looked down at my shoes. They were muddy. They were worn. I had walked a long way. I had walked all night. My feet ached. My heart...

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