The Distant Threshold

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The fire took the roof of the mill at dawn, a slow, heavy exhalation of orange light that turned the grey sky into a bruised purple. You watched it from the ridge, your breath hitching in your chest, not because of the heat, but because of what you knew was burning inside. The timber had been seasoned for three years, oiled with linseed and patience, a structure you had raised with your own...

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