The Distant Threshold
"Look again," said the man. He stood by the window. The glass was dark. It reflected the room. It reflected Elias. Elias was nine. He was small. He was still. "Do you see him?" the man asked. Elias saw his own face. It was pale. It was wet. He saw the man behind him. The man wore a gray suit. The suit was old. The suit was heavy. "I see me," Elias said. "No." The man shook his head. "Look...
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