The Distant Threshold

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The rain did not fall so much as it suspended itself in the air of the city, a fine, grey mist that clung to the wool coats of the pedestrians and settled into the creases of their faces like a second, invisible skin. Thomas Ashworth, a boy of ten years whose mind moved with the frantic, unstructured speed of a trapped bird, stood at the center of the crosswalk, watching a single, iridescent...

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