The Distant Threshold
"Did you hear the floorboards groan?" Clara asked, her voice thin as wire, cutting through the heavy silence of the dining hall. The table was set for four, though only three chairs were occupied, the fourth left empty and draped in a shroud of dust. I looked at my hands, resting on the white linen, the knuckles swollen and darkening at the edges, like bruises that had aged too fast. The house,...
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