The Distant Threshold

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The house did not burn, which was the first great lie you told yourself in the long, slow unraveling of that winter, for the fire had been real enough, a bright, hungry thing that ate the barn and the woodpile and left the smell of charred pine hanging in the air like a ghost that refused to leave, and you stood there in the snow, your breath coming in ragged, white plumes that vanished into...

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