The Distant Threshold

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The white feather lay on the stone floor of my cell, stark against the dark. I had not seen it until the third hour of the night, when the cold bit into my bones and the shadows lengthened. It was not a feather from a bird I knew. It was smooth, iridescent, and it pulsed with a faint, cold light that seemed to drain the warmth from the air. I reached for it, my fingers trembling, and the moment...

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