The Distant Threshold

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The barn door swung open with a groan that sounded like a whale dying in the deep, and young Thomas Whitmore stood there, holding the thing that had been sleeping in the hayloft for three days, which was not a cat, nor a dog, nor a rat, nor any beast that the farmers of the Blackwater Valley had ever seen, but a creature of pure, liquid light, a thing that seemed to be made of the moon itself...

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