The Distant Threshold

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The old brass bell hung from the rafters of the village hall, its surface darkened by decades of dust and the slow, invisible rot of neglect. It was a heavy thing, a relic of a time when the town of Oakhaven had still believed in itself, a time when the boundaries between the living and the dead were not so sharply drawn in the minds of the people who walked its muddy lanes. Thomas stood before...

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