The Distant Threshold
Act I Can a house eat you? Imran Wazir stood in the courtyard, the rain slicking the flagstones into a mirror of his own trembling reflection. He was thirty-two, a man who had spent the last decade scrubbing the stain of his father’s sins from the family name, yet the stain had only spread, turning the white walls of the ancestral home into a canvas of bruised purple. The house breathed. It was...
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