The Distant Threshold
The rain had been falling on the town of Oakhaven for three days, a persistent, gray weeping that turned the cobblestones into slick, black mirrors and made the air taste of wet iron and old rot, and it was in this damp, suffocating silence that Elara Vance, a woman whose reputation was stitched together from threads of quiet competence and unspoken suspicion, found herself standing in the...
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