The Distant Threshold

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The rain against the windows of the Whitmore estate did not sound like water; it sounded like a thousand small fingers tapping against the glass, a persistent, rhythmic interrogation that had become the soundtrack to Julian’s final week. He sat in the study, a room that smelled of old paper and the sharp, metallic tang of ozone, watching the mist swirl through the garden below. The house was a...

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