The Distant Threshold

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The house breathed. It was a subtle thing, a rhythmic expansion of the plaster and the oak beams, like the chest of a sleeping giant who had decided to stay buried for a hundred years. You had not noticed it at first, not when you had signed the contract in the damp, rain-slicked street outside. You had been a man of numbers, of ledgers and margins, a craftsman who built empires out of trust...

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