The Distant Threshold

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The stone wall of the cell was not merely a barrier of granite and mortar, but a living membrane, a breathing skin that pressed against my cheek with the cold, indifferent persistence of a lover who has forgotten how to feel, and I lay upon the damp flagstones in the subterranean dark, listening to the rhythmic dripping of water that echoed in my skull like the beating of a heart that had long...

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