The Distant Threshold

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The agent’s voice crackled through the phone, static bleeding into the silence of the empty kitchen. "Mrs. Vane, I’m sorry to call so early, but the buyer has pulled out. Again. He says the house feels... heavy. Like it’s watching him." Elara hung up. The phone lay on the counter, its plastic casing warm from the signal. She looked at the clock. It was seven a.m. The fog outside the window was...

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