The Distant Threshold

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The fire did not start with a spark, but with a sigh, a long, ragged exhalation from the hearth that turned the air in the kitchen thick and gray. You stood by the table, your hands resting on the cold oak, feeling the vibration of the house settling into its own ruin. The smoke was not merely air; it was a living thing, a gray tide that rolled across the floorboards, swallowing the legs of the...

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