The Distant Threshold

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"Don't you dare touch that," my mother hissed, her knuckles white as she gripped the back of the oak chair. "You will stay in the parlor, Thomas. You are shaking like a leaf in a gale." I was twelve years old, and the iron gate at the end of the drive was shuddering. It was a low rumble, felt more in the teeth than heard by the ear, a vibration that traveled up through the soles of my boots and...

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