The Distant Threshold

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Mara stood in the kitchen, her back to the door. The air was thick with the smell of burnt toast and old rain. "You left it again," said Elias. His voice was low. It did not rise. It never rose. Mara did not turn. She looked at the window. The glass was fogged at the corners. Outside, the garden was a gray smear of wet grass and dark hedges. "I didn't leave it," she said. Her voice was steady....

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