The Distant Threshold
The fog that rolled in from the harbor each evening did not merely obscure the coastline of Newhaven; it erased it, dissolving the ironclad certainty of the land into a grey, breathing mist that seemed to swallow sound as readily as sight. In this suspended state of limbo, where the industrial roar of the shipyards was muffled to a dull, throbbing heartbeat, Elias Thorne walked. He was a man...
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