The Distant Threshold

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The mist does not roll in so much as it breathes, a slow, rhythmic exhalation from the marshlands that swallows the iron gates of the Holloway estate until they are nothing but ghosts of rust and shadow. You stand at the threshold, your fingers tracing the cold, pitted metal of the gate, feeling the vibration of a world that has shifted beneath your feet, a tremor that travels up your arms and...

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