The Distant Threshold

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The dream began with the smell of ozone and wet slate, a scent that had no place in the sterile, air-conditioned silence of my bedroom, yet it clung to my throat like a physical weight. I was standing in the garden of the Holloway estate, but the geometry was wrong. The hedges were not clipped but fused, forming a labyrinth of dark, breathing leaves that whispered in a language just below the...

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