The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-17 12:12:39 -

The lantern in my hand is not mine, and yet it burns with a heat that I feel in the marrow of my bones, a fire that has no fuel, no wick, no glass, only a pale, trembling light that refuses to die, refusing to acknowledge the centuries of dust and silence that have settled upon the streets of Oakhaven, a town that exists in the amber of memory, preserved in the resin of a time when the air was...

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