The Distant Threshold

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The black gate stood at the end of the corridor, its iron bars slick with a cold that had nothing to do with the heating system. I woke with the taste of rust in my mouth, the familiar, suffocating weight of the dream pressing against my chest as the morning light from the hospital window cut a sharp, sterile line across the linoleum. My father was dead, or at least the doctors had stopped...

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