The Distant Threshold

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The dream begins not with a sight but with a sensation, a heavy, wet pressure against your left wrist, as if you are submerged in a river that has stopped flowing and turned to thick, black mud. You are standing in the center of the parlor, but the walls of the house have dissolved, replaced by a churning void that breathes in and out with a rhythm that matches your own, sickeningly precise...

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