The Distant Threshold

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The ivy on the east wall of the Blackwood Institute was dying, not from age, but from a sickness that crept up from the roots, turning the vibrant green leaves into a brittle, brown lace. I watched it from my office window, the glass cold against my forehead, as the wind stripped the last clinging tendrils away. We called it the Weeping Vine, a name that had stuck to the building since the...

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