The Distant Threshold

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Thorne. The name hung in the air, heavy and wet, spoken by a voice that was not my own. I woke with the taste of copper in my mouth, the sheets twisted tight around my ankles as if I had been struggling to get out. The room was dark, but the cold was there, a physical weight pressing against my sternum. I knew that cold. I had known it for three months, a growing stone in the center of my chest...

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