The Distant Threshold

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The rain in Oakhaven did not fall; it hovered, a suspended mist that smelled of iron and wet wool, clinging to the eaves of the factory district like a persistent grief. Elias Thorne walked through this grey soup with the deliberate, heavy steps of a man carrying a weight that had no physical form but bent his spine nonetheless. He was the town’s unofficial investigator, a man who solved...

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