The Distant Threshold

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The rain had not stopped in three days. It drummed against the slate roof of the Holloway house, a relentless, rhythmic pounding that sounded less like weather and more like a countdown. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool and old paper, the kind of heavy, suffocating atmosphere that settled into the bones of a house that had stood on the edge of the moor for a century....

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