The Distant Threshold

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, gray mist that clung to the wool of Dr. Arthur Penhaligon’s coat and seeped into the bone-deep cold of the Scottish highlands. He stood at the edge of the moor, his breath visible in short, sharp plumes, staring not at the landscape but at the memory of it. The house, if it could still be called that, squatted in the distance, a...

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