The Distant Threshold

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He dreamed of the door most nights now, the one at the top of the stairs in the old Ashworth house on Mulberry Lane, the door that had never once been opened in all the years he had owned the place, and in the dream he would stand before it with his hand on the cool brass knob, feeling the grain of the wood under his palm, the weight of the house settling around him like a held breath, and then...

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