The Distant Threshold

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The fog did not roll in so much as it materialized from the damp earth, a thick, gray wool that smothered the headstones of the cemetery and the jagged, skeletal branches of the yew trees. Dr. Arthur Penhaligon stood at the edge of the mausoleum, his breath forming small, white ghosts that vanished instantly into the chill. He held a leather-bound notebook, its spine cracked and soft as skin,...

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