The Distant Threshold

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The rain fell on the stone church like a whispered apology. It had been falling for three days, a relentless gray sheet that blurred the edges of the village of Oakhaven, turning the mud into a thick, sucking paste that clung to the soles of shoes. Elias Thorne stood at the iron gate, his hands trembling not from the cold, but from the weight of what he carried in his chest. He was a prisoner...

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