The Distant Threshold

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The carriage wheels bit into the soft, wet clay of the road as we ascended the hill toward the village of Oakhaven, the rain drumming a relentless, monotonous rhythm against the leather hood that enclosed us, a sound that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of my bones, a physical presence that I could not shake despite the damp chill seeping through my wool coat, and I watched the grey mist peel...

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