The Distant Threshold

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Chapter One The fog in the valley did not rise; it settled, like a wet wool blanket thrown over the shoulders of the sleeping town. Clifford Waggoner, twelve years old and serving his apprenticeship to the bridge carpenter, stood in the communal kitchen of the sanitarium, holding the handle of a porcelain apothecary jar. He wanted only the Head Physician’s signature on his discharge papers, a...

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