The Distant Threshold

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey, suffocating curtain that blurred the edges of the world. I sat on the porch of the rented shack, the wood slick beneath my palms, watching the fog eat the tree line. My hands were shaking. Not from the cold, though the damp had seeped into my bones and settled there like a second skeleton. It was the hunger. A hollow, gnawing thing...

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