The Distant Threshold

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The rain fell on the grey stone of the Abbey, soft and relentless. It washed the dust from the flagstones, but it could not wash away the silence. Marian stood by the window. Her hands were still. They were always still, she thought, though they trembled inside her sleeves. She watched the water run down the glass, a long, thin tear that refused to break. "Do you see it?" The voice came from...

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