The Distant Threshold
The village of Oakhaven did not exist on any map drawn by human hands, but it possessed the rigid, iron-clad logic of a place where every soul accounted for its own. It was a settlement of stone and mist, perched on the edge of a cliff that dropped into a chasm so deep the bottom was lost in a white, silent fog that smelled of ozone and old rain. In this place, the air was thick with the weight...
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