The Distant Threshold
The sky broke open above Harrowgate not with thunder, but with a silence so total it felt like a physical weight pressing against your eardrums, a vacuum that sucked the breath from the lungs of everyone standing in the square. You stood there, your hand resting on the cold steel of the baton in your pocket, feeling the vibration of the earth itself shudder through the soles of your boots. The...
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