The Distant Threshold

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The rain did not fall. It hovered. A fine, grey mist clung to the glass of the conservatory door. Inside, the air was still. Too still. The silence had a weight to it. It pressed against the eardrums. Elias stood by the window. He watched the garden. Or rather, he watched the space where the garden used to be. Now it was just wet earth. And silence. And the memory of green. He was a man of...

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