The Distant Threshold

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain drawn tight against the windows of the manor, sealing us in with the silence and the rot. I remember the weight of that silence. It pressed against my eardrums, heavier than the mud on my boots, heavier than the guilt that had settled into the marrow of my bones. We had come from the city, from the noise of the factories and the clatter...

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