The Distant Threshold

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The ferns died first. Then the ivy. By the time the frost set in, the garden was just a skeleton of brown sticks against the gray sky. Elias sat in the armchair, the one with the torn velvet, and watched the leaves curl inward as if trying to hide from the cold. He did not look at the door. He knew it would not open. Not today. The house was quiet. Too quiet. The silence had a weight to it, a...

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