The Distant Threshold

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The rain hits the slate roof. It sounds like applause. You are alone. The candle gutters in the draft. You hold the letter. It is short. It is unsigned. It says: *Come to the cellar. Come alone.* You are Margaret. You are the daughter of the house. The house is old. The house is yours. Not really. It belongs to the Law. The Law is a man. The man is Mr. Blackwood. He is the magistrate. He is...

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