The Distant Threshold

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The fox was gone. Eleanor stood in the yard. The fence was low. The wood was rot. It had been white once. Now it was gray. It was soft. It gave to the touch. She ran her hand along the slats. The bark peeled away. It fell to the dirt. "Did you see it?" The voice was Thomas’s. He stood by the door. He held a cup. The coffee was cold. It had been hot an hour ago. Now it was bitter. "I saw the...

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