The Distant Threshold

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The dream is always the same, a heavy, blackened loaf of bread resting on a white tile floor, the crust cracked and weeping a dark, soot-like substance that smells of wet ash. I woke at four in the morning, my mouth dry as parchment, the taste of that charred grain still clinging to my tongue, a bitter reminder of the sustenance I can no longer swallow. I am Dr. Arthur Penhaligon, forty-five...

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