The Distant Threshold
The house did not burn. It did not collapse, nor did it rot into the earth with the slow, inevitable decay that the neighbors expected of a place so thoroughly abandoned by its owner. Instead, the structure remained, standing with a terrible, pristine integrity on the hillside above the coastal town of Oakhaven, its white clapboard siding reflecting the harsh, unfiltered light of a modern...
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