The Distant Threshold

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The liquid in the drain was black, thick as tar, and it had been pooling for three days in the dream, a viscous mirror reflecting the ceiling of the house you left at nineteen. You woke at 4:15 a.m., the digital clock on the nightstand bleeding red light into the dark, the taste of stale coffee and iron on your tongue, and you knew with the cold certainty of a man who has spent two decades...

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