The Distant Threshold

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The letter arrived in the rain. It was a single sheet of heavy, cream paper. The ink was black and wet. It smelled of iron. Elias held it in his left hand. His right hand was empty. He stood on the porch. The rain fell on the stone steps. It fell on his boots. He did not move. The town of Oakhaven was old. The stones were gray. The trees were bare. The air was cold. It was winter. The year was...

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