The Distant Threshold

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I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth. It was not blood. It was the residue of a long, silent dream. In the dream, I was standing at the edge of a vast, grey field. The sky above was the color of old slate. I held a line in my hands. It was thin and taut. It hummed with a low vibration that I felt in my teeth. I knew I could not let go. If I let go, the field would swallow me. I opened my...

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