The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-20 21:59:05 -

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended curtain of gray mist that clung to the brickwork of the Blackwood Detention Center with the persistence of a grief that refuses to be mourned. I stood in the center of the cell, my hands bound behind my back by straps that bit into the skin, feeling the pulse of my own wrists throb against the cold metal of the bars. The room was...

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