The Distant Threshold
The cell door slammed shut with a force that vibrated through your ribs, a physical blow that rattled the teeth in your skull and silenced the screaming that had been building in your throat for the last three hours. You are sitting on the cold concrete floor, your knees drawn up to your chest, and the air in the room is thick, stale, tasting of rust and old sweat. The fluorescent light above...
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