The Distant Threshold

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The roof collapsed with a sound like a bone snapping in a quiet room. Miles stood in the kitchen. Dust filled the air. It settled on his uniform. He did not brush it away. His hand tightened around the brass compass in his pocket. The metal was cold. It bit into his palm. Outside, the wind screamed through the broken eaves. The rain lashed the windows. It was a heavy, grey rain. It blurred the...

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