The Distant Threshold
The silence in the valley of Oakhaven did not fall so much as it accumulated, a thick, gelatinous substance that settled into the crevices of the wood-paneled rooms and the hollows of the inhabitants’ chests, pressing against their eardrums until the world outside the glass ceased to be a place of movement and became merely a screen of muted, gray light, and it was within this suffocating,...
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