The Distant Threshold

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The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a heavy, gray curtain that turned the world outside the window of the house on Mill Road into a blur of wet slate and dying ivy. Margaret stood at the glass, her breath fogging the pane, watching the water run down in thick, sluggish trails. Inside, the house was silent, save for the tick of the clock on the mantel, a sound that seemed to measure out...

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