The Distant Threshold

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The rain did not fall so much as it suspended itself in the air, a grey, weeping curtain that blurred the distinction between the muddy track and the heath beyond, creating a world where the horizon was not a line but a suggestion, a rumor of distance that Marnie had been chasing for three days without ever quite touching it. She walked with the heavy, rhythmic gait of a woman whose bones had...

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