The Distant Threshold

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The rain does not wash the house clean. It only makes the grime slicker, darker, turning the ancient stone of the manor into a bruise that will not heal. You stand by the window in the library, your hands wrapped around a mug of tea that has gone cold, watching the mist crawl up the hillside like a slow, gray tide. It is night, though the sky is so thick with cloud that you cannot tell the...

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