The Distant Threshold

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The clock stood in the corner of the cellar. It was a heavy thing, oak and brass, with a face that had lost its glass. Inside, the gears turned with a slow, mechanical grind. Thomas watched it. He was twelve years old. His knees were drawn up to his chest. The air in the cellar smelled of damp earth and old wood. Above him, the house was silent. Or so it seemed. Thomas held a small iron key in...

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