The Distant Threshold
The fog that settled over the stone walls of Oakhaven did not merely obscure the world; it consumed it, a thick, grey velvet that swallowed the spires and the cobblestones until only the immediate, damp breath of the living remained, and it was in this suffocating silence that Thomas Bradshaw, the city’s most weary and methodical inquisitor, turned his back for the final time on the woman who...
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