The Distant Threshold

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The fog in Whitmore-on-Sea did not merely obscure the streetlights; it swallowed them whole, a thick, grey wool that strangled the gas lamps until they were nothing but dim, bleeding moths trapped in glass. It was a town that smelled of brine, wet coal, and the metallic tang of old blood, a place where the industrial churn of the shipyards had left a permanent scar on the lungs of every...

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