The Distant Threshold

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The dream was not a dream. It was a shattering. Glass. Thin, cold glass. It fell from the ceiling of a room that did not exist. It landed on the floor. It broke. It made a sound like a scream. Then, silence. Waking was violent. Thomas woke in the dark. The air was thick. It smelled of wet wool and old stone. He did not move. He lay still. His heart beat against his ribs. It beat hard. It beat...

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