The Distant Threshold

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The rain did not fall so much as it was suspended, a thick, grey curtain of mist that hung over the Appalachian ridge, swallowing the world in a silence so profound it felt heavy against the eardrums, a physical weight that pressed against the temples and settled into the marrow of the bones. I stood at the edge of the trail, my boots sinking into the slick, dark earth, watching the mist curl...

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