The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-22 09:35:48 -

The frost crept across the windowpane. It formed intricate, fern-like patterns. The cold was absolute. It pressed against the glass. I watched it spread. My breath misted in the air. The room was still. The silence was heavy. I stood before the mirror. The glass was dark. My reflection was pale. My hair was white. It hung like cobwebs. I was old. I was tired. The weight of years sat on my...

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