The Distant Threshold

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The rain does not fall so much as it hangs, a heavy, gray curtain over the town of Oakhaven, blurring the edges of the world until the houses look like sketches erased by a careless hand. You stand at the edge of the county line, your coat damp with a cold that seeps into the bone, and you hold the case in your hands. It is an old leather briefcase, scuffed and worn, smelling of tobacco and old...

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