The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-20 13:48:15 -

In a dream, he held a sparrow. The bird was black. Its feathers were tight against its body. It did not sing. It did not move. It was warm. It was alive. Wynn woke with the weight still in his palms. He sat up in the straw bed. The room was cold. Dust motes danced in the grey light. He looked at his hands. They were empty. But the memory of the weight was strong. It pressed against his skin. He...

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