The Distant Threshold

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The envelope was thick, the paper cream-colored and stiff, smelling faintly of the cedar oil I used to preserve the town’s older records. I held it in my hands, feeling the weight of the subpoena inside, the legal demand that I testify against my husband, Elias, who had vanished three days prior. I am Margaret Holloway, forty-two years old, the archivist of Oakhaven, and I have spent the last...

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