The Distant Threshold

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The ink on my fingers has not washed off since the day the world decided I was guilty, a fact that the town of Oakhaven has etched into the bedrock of our collective memory with a permanence that defies the changing of seasons. I am Elias, and I am seven years old, or perhaps I am forty, for time in this place does not move in straight lines but curls around the ankles of the inhabitants like...

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