The Distant Threshold

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The fog had settled into the valley not like a mist but like a burial shroud, thick and cold enough to press against the skin and steal the warmth from the bones of the house. Inside the stone manor, the air was still, heavy with the scent of old paper, damp wool, and the faint, metallic tang of blood that seemed to have soaked into the plaster over the decades. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in...

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