The Distant Threshold
The fog in the moors of the Yorkshire Dales did not lift so much as it thickened, a heavy, wet shroud that swallowed the horizon and turned the world into a gray, suspended void where time seemed to pool and stagnate. It was the year of the Great Silence, a period spoken of only in hushed, terrified whispers by the old folk of the valley, when the natural order had frayed at the edges and the...
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