The Distant Threshold

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The dream always begins with the sound of glass breaking. Not shattering, but snapping, a clean, technical failure of material under stress. I am standing in a room made of white light, and in my hand is a silver locket. It is cold, heavier than it should be. I open it. Inside is not a portrait, but a mirror. In the mirror, I see myself, but older, my eyes hollowed out by a specific,...

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