The Distant Threshold
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey mist that clung to the eaves of the small, damp town of Oakhaven, turning the cobblestones into slick mirrors of the world above. In the center of this suspended atmosphere, standing with his back to the wall of the apothecary where he had once worked, stood Elias Thorne, a man whose face was a map of recent, violent...
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