The Distant Threshold

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I woke with the taste of copper and cold river water on my tongue, the heavy, suffocating weight of the cellar damp clinging to the sheets like a second skin. The dream had been intricate, a labyrinth of twisting iron pipes and gaslight flickering through fog, where I saw myself standing before a tribunal of shadowed figures, my hands bound not by rope but by the sheer, undeniable weight of...

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