The Distant Threshold

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The wisteria blooms again. You do not notice the petals falling. You are too busy watching the door. It is a heavy oak door, banded in iron, set into the stone wall of the house that has outlived your father and now outlives you. The wood is dark, polished by a century of hands that are no longer there to touch it. You hold the key in your palm. It is cold. It is small. It is the only thing you...

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