The Distant Threshold

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended mist of iron filings and wet chalk that permeated the stone walls of the Whitmore manor, settling into the pores of the plaster and the grain of the oak floorboards until the entire house felt less like a structure and more like a single, breathing organism struggling to keep its form against the encroaching entropy of the...

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