The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-19 17:25:05 -

I woke in the dark. The house was breathing. I did not sleep. I sat on the edge of the bed. The wood creaked. It was not my weight. It was the house. It was always like this. The walls sweated. The floorboards groaned. I am not afraid. I am not brave. I am just here. I have been here for days. I have not left. I cannot leave. The door is locked. I know it is locked. I feel the lock in my teeth....

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