The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-18 01:08:30 -

The train left at dawn, a black sliver against the grey sky. I watched it go from the platform. The air was cold. It bit at my nose. It settled in my lungs. I felt the chill there. It was a physical thing. A weight. I stood still. My hands were in my pockets. They were empty. They had always been empty. The town is called Oakhaven. It is not on many maps. It is a place of stone and silence. The...

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