The Distant Threshold

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The rain in Crompton-on-Wold did not fall so much as it hung, a grey, suspended curtain that blurred the edges of the world into a smudge of wet brick and iron, and you stood in the center of your shop, the air thick with the scent of sawdust and the metallic tang of fear, watching the single oak chair you had spent three days carving sit empty on the stool, its surface polished to a mirror...

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