The Distant Threshold

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The coat hangs on the hook by the door, a dark silhouette against the pale wall, and you are waking up in the cold, the sheets twisted around your legs like wet rope. It is not morning yet, but the light in the bedroom is that specific, bruised gray that belongs only to the hour before the sun decides to rise. You know, with a certainty that settles in the marrow before the mind can catch up,...

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