The Distant Threshold

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain drawn tight against the windows of St. Jude’s. It was a Tuesday in late November, the kind of day that seemed to have no bottom, only a deepening dimness that swallowed the light by three in the afternoon. Margaret stood at the head of the long oak table, her fingers resting on the cold wood. She was fifty-two. Her hair was silver, cut...

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