The Distant Threshold
The sledgehammer bit into the east wall of Blackwood Manor and the wall did not break. It absorbed the blow, a dull thud that traveled up your arm and shattered your wrist in a spray of white pain. You dropped the hammer. It clattered on the floorboards, which groaned under the sudden silence. You are Elias, forty-two, a structural engineer, and you are bleeding on the dust of your childhood...
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