The Distant Threshold

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The rain did not fall so much as it seeped, a persistent, gray mist that clung to the shingles of the old library annex and worked its way into the bones of the structure, a slow, wet erosion that Edmund had spent thirty years trying to predict but never quite succeeded in stopping. He stood in the doorway of the small, windowless room at the back of the building, where the heating system...

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