The Distant Threshold

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The air in Blackwood was not merely cold; it was a living, breathing thing that pressed against the skin of the house like a wet, heavy hand, trying to squeeze the life out of the windows, out of the lungs of the people who lived there, out of the very foundations of the earth, and Margaret knew, with a certainty that felt like a bone breaking slowly inside her chest, that the silence was no...

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