The Distant Threshold

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The coat was red. Not a bright red. Not a fire truck red. It was the color of dried blood. Or rust. Or old wine. I remember the shade. I remember it vividly. It was the only thing that made sense in the room. The room was white. Sterile white. Institutional white. The walls hummed. A low, electric thrum. It vibrated in my teeth. In my bones. I sat on the edge of the bed. The mattress was firm....

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