The Distant Threshold

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The letter lay on the oak desk, the paper yellowed at the edges, smelling faintly of dust and old varnish. Eleanor Fairchild picked it up, her fingers trembling not from cold but from the sudden, sharp weight of the words printed in Mr. Thorne’s stiff, formal hand. It was a notice of termination, effective immediately, citing "conduct inconsistent with the dignity of the Vane estate." Beneath...

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