The Distant Threshold

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The rain hit the tin roof like gravel. It was a heavy, industrial drumming. I held my rifle tight. My hands were shaking. Not from fear. From age. The joints in my fingers felt like dry rust. "Stay down, Thomas," I whispered. He didn't stay down. He stood up. He was young. He was strong. He looked at me with wide, wet eyes. "I see him, sir," Thomas said. I looked through the window. The glass...

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