The Distant Threshold

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The fox is on the sill. It is small. Brown. Its eyes are two black holes in the gray light of your kitchen. You do not scream. You do not move. You simply watch it breathe. The air in the house is thick with the scent of damp wool and old tea. It has been here for three days. You do not know how it got in. The windows are shut. The doors are locked. The building is sealed. Yet the fox is...

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