The Distant Threshold
The dream is always the same: a wall of silvered glass, fractured into a thousand jagged teeth, each shard reflecting a different, distorted version of your face. You wake with the taste of copper in your mouth, the silence of the apartment pressing against your eardrums like deep water. It is three days until the university board meets, three days until Dr. Aris decides whether you are a...
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