The Distant Threshold

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"You’re wearing it again," you say, your voice thin and brittle, cutting through the heavy, coal-dusted silence of the parlor. "You know the doctor said no wool. It chafes the skin. It traps the heat. It’s not a scarf, Margaret. It’s a wound you’re keeping open on purpose." Margaret does not look up from the window. Outside, the soot from the Blackwell Ironworks stains the snow a deep, bruised...

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