The Distant Threshold

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world into a soft, indistinct smear, and Margaret Holloway stood in the center of the Great Hall of the Ashworth Estate, her fingers trembling against the cold mahogany of the table as she listened to the silence that had replaced the screaming, a silence so thick and heavy it felt less...

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