The Distant Threshold

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The fog did not clear. It thickened. You stood in the corridor of the Ashworth Estate, your shoes wet from the rain that had not stopped for three days. The floorboards were oak, dark and polished to a mirror sheen. They reflected your face, but the reflection was wrong. It was older. The eyes in the mirror were hollow, rimmed with a fatigue that you did not feel in your own body, only in the...

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