The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-24 02:44:33 -

The silver watch lay in my palm, its face fractured by a hairline crack that ran from the twelve to the six. I held it up to the grey light of the border town, the metal cold against my skin, and watched the second hand tick backward. It is a small thing, a backward tick, but it is the only proof I have that my father is still here, still watching, still waiting for me to get this right. I am...

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