The Distant Threshold

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that clung to the eaves of the house and seeped into the joints of the floorboards, turning the dry wood of the hallway into a dark, swollen sponge that groaned under the weight of the silence. Elias stood by the window, his back to the room, watching the fog erase the garden, the fence, and eventually the road that led away...

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