The Distant Threshold

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The cold does not behave as cold should. It moves with intent, a sharp, wet tongue licking the back of your neck in the empty kitchen of the Oakhaven house, 1912. You are thirty years old, a widow, and you are waiting for the mail that will ruin you. The letter from the constable lies on the table, its seal broken, the ink stark against the paper. Your husband’s pension, the only thing standing...

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