The Distant Threshold

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I woke with the taste of copper in my mouth. It was thick. It coated my teeth. It was not blood. It was something older. Something medicinal. The room was dark. The light came from a crack in the plaster. It was narrow. It was gray. I lay still. My hands were bound. The rope was rough. It bit into my wrists. I did not struggle. I had learned that struggle only tightened the knot. I waited for...

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