The Distant Threshold

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The house smelled of woodsmoke and damp wool. It was a heavy scent. The kind that clings to the lungs. You stood in the center of the hall. The floorboards creaked under your weight. They knew your step. They had always known your step. Outside, the wind howled. It tore at the shingles. The trees bent low. They touched the roof. The sky was the color of a bruise. Purple. Dark. Almost black. You...

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