The Distant Threshold

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The soup was cold. Elias looked at me. He did not blink. "It is time, Mara." I touched the rim of the bowl. The ceramic was slick. Wet. "We are late," he said. "I know." The table was long. Too long. It stretched into the dark. Past the candles. Past the chandeliers. Past the faces I could not see. I looked at my sister. She was smiling. Her teeth were white. Too white. She did not look at me....

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