The Distant Threshold
The kettle boiled. I watched the steam rise. It curled like a question. I was tired. My hands shook. I held the mug. The ceramic was warm. It burned my skin. I did not let go. The room was white. The walls were white. The floor was white. The light was harsh. It came from above. It had no source. It simply was. I sat at the desk. The wood was cold. I placed my hands on it. I waited for the...
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