The Distant Threshold

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The wisteria climbed the brickwork of the Ashworth manor with a silence that felt like holding one’s breath. It was a thick, purple vine, heavy with buds that had not yet opened, wrapping around the iron gate in a way that suggested not growth, but restraint. Margaret sat on the porch steps, her hands folded in her lap, watching the dust settle on the gravel drive. She had been sitting there...

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