The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-17 13:40:24 -

The rain in the city of Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hung, a perpetual grey veil woven from the breath of the ironworks and the sorrow of the cobblestones. It was a city that had known no true summer in living memory, where the sky was a bruised ceiling pressing down upon the slate roofs of the old quarter. In the shadow of the Great Clock Tower, where the gears ground against each other...

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