The Distant Threshold

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The shatter was not a sound but a silence, a sudden and violent vacuum that sucked the air from the room and left only the taste of copper and old dust on the tongue. Eleanor Whitmore stood in the center of the kitchen, the shards of the ceramic bowl scattered across the linoleum like the bones of a bird picked clean by crows, and watched as the dust motes danced in the shaft of afternoon light...

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