The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-19 21:02:29 -

The fog rolled in from the harbor, thick and grey, smelling of salt and rot. I watched it swallow the streetlights one by one. Each bulb died with a soft pop, a small, final sound in the dark. I stood at the window. The glass was cold. My breath fogged the pane. I wiped it away. The view returned, but it was worse. The world outside was dissolving. I am a cartographer. I draw the lines. I...

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