She stood suspended in the glow of an open doorway, caught between shadow and the blinding unknown. The hallway behind her whispered stories she wasn’t ready to tell, while the outside pulled with silent promise. This was the moment before departure—or return. A breath held, a memory lingering in the shape of her silhouette.

The Threshold
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