The Distant Threshold

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The rain lashed against the reinforced glass of the intake wing, blurring the world outside into a smear of grey and neon. I stood in the center of the sterile corridor, my hands trembling not from the cold, but from the weight of the object I was holding. It was a heavy woolen scarf, deep burgundy, frayed at the edges. It had belonged to my daughter, Clara. She had been wearing it the day she...

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