The Distant Threshold

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The glass beads shatter. This is not a metaphor. It is a sound. It is the sound of your arrival. You walk into the town of Halloway’s Rest. The mist is thick. It clings to your coat. You are a stranger. You are a ghost. You carry a bag. The bag is heavy. It holds your life. It holds your past. It holds the mirror. The town is old. Stone streets. Slate roofs. The air smells of rain and iron....

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