The Distant Threshold

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The sky broke open at noon. Not a cloud. A tear. Rain fell upward. Droplets defied gravity. They rose. They hung. They waited. Miles from the city, in the flat, gray expanse of the moors, Arthur stood still. He held a box. Wood. Iron bands. Heavy. Inside, a mirror. Or what was left of it. Shards. Glass dust. He opened it. The pieces did not fall. They floated. Suspended in the rising rain. A...

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