The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-20 09:22:03 -

The dream was of a house. It stood on a hill. The walls were white. The windows were black. It looked like a skull. Margaret saw it from a train. She was moving. The landscape blurred. The house remained. It did not move. It waited. She woke in a hotel room. The sheets were cold. The city outside was loud. It was London. It was rain. Margaret was fifty years old. She had been in England for...

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