The Distant Threshold

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The turkey bones were still warm on the plate, and the fog outside the window of the Oakhaven Hall pressed against the glass like a living thing. You sit at the long table, your hands trembling as you reach for the wine, the vibration in your fingers not from the cold but from the spot of air near the door where the temperature drops ten degrees. Your father’s shadow is there. It is not a...

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