The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-17 11:52:44 -

You leave the village of Oakhaven on the morning the frost turns the fields to silver, a departure that feels less like a journey and more like an execution, because you are walking away from the only home that has ever known your face, carrying a sack of rye bread that has grown hard as stone in the cold air. The magistrate’s order is pinned to your chest beneath your coat, a heavy leather...

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