The Distant Threshold

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The wool of my coat had begun to rot before the winter did, a slow and silent disintegration that started at the elbows and crept inward, turning the sturdy brown fabric into a pale, fibrous dust that fell away from my skin like dry snow, a shedding that I did not notice until the wind, which had a way of finding the thinnest places in our armor, began to bite through to the damp, feverish heat...

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