The Distant Threshold

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The coal dust in my lungs had long since turned to ash, a gritty sediment that settled in the deepest folds of my chest, a constant reminder of the weight I carried. I stood before the great iron door of the sub-basement, the air thick with the smell of ozone and wet wool. My hands, still trembling from the effort of holding the lever, reached for the collar of my coat. It was a garment of...

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