The Distant Threshold

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The rain had been falling for three days without pause, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the world into a smear of wet slate and bruised purple shadows, and yet the house on the hill remained dry, impossibly so, as if it existed in a pocket of air that the weather had simply forgotten to visit. I sat at the head of the long oak table, my hands folded around a cup of tea that had gone cold...

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