The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-20 11:15:30 -

The rain does not fall so much as it hangs, a grey curtain drawn tight across the windows of the stone house. You are seven years old, and the world outside has stopped moving. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of wet wool and the slow, burning heat of the hearth. Your father sits in the high-backed chair by the fire, his hands resting on the armrests, fingers laced together. He is...

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