The Distant Threshold

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The signature line is right there, Julian, but you are looking at the orchid instead of the ink. Elara held the deed steady, her knuckles white against the parchment, while the wall behind them expanded and contracted with a slow, wet rhythm that sounded like a heavy lung filling with stale air. It was a Tuesday in late October, 1893, and the damp in the Holloway manor had a texture to it, a...

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