The Distant Threshold
The door was locked. Mara stood in the hallway. Her hands shook. She looked at the brass handle. It was cold. She did not touch it. "Open the door," said the voice inside. It was her mother’s voice. But it was not her mother. It was the voice of the House. The House spoke through the walls. It spoke through the dust. It spoke through the silence that hung heavy in the air. Mara did not move....
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