The Distant Threshold

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The house was not merely a structure of timber and stone but a living, breathing entity that had swallowed the last of your father’s pride, a sprawling Victorian monstrosity on the edge of the moor where the fog rolled in like a tide of grey wool, smelling of wet dog and old pennies, and you stood in the center of the grand hall, surrounded by the gilded wreckage of a dinner party that had been...

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