The Distant Threshold

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The door was locked. You knew it was locked. You had locked it yourself an hour ago. Yet the handle turned. The click was small. It was a dry, wooden sound. It sounded like a bone snapping. You stood in the center of the room. Your back was to the window. The rain hit the glass. It was a cold, gray night in London. The year was 1893. Or perhaps 1902. Time was slippery here. You held the key in...

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