The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-19 07:24:01 -

You wear the coat. It is heavy. Wool. Dark. It smells of dust and old smoke. You have worn it for ten years. No one else owns it. No one else can see it. You are in the room. The room is white. The walls are bare. The light is flat. It comes from above. There are no windows. The air is still. It is cold. You shiver. The coat does not warm you. It chills you. You pull the collar up. You feel the...

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