The Distant Threshold

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The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of Harrowgate into slick, black mirrors that reflected a sky too heavy to lift its head. I stood on the porch of the library, watching the water streak down the glass, and felt the familiar, cold weight settle in my chest. It was a sensation like swallowing a stone, smooth and dense and impossible to digest. I had come back to...

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