The Distant Threshold

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The fog in the valley did not lift; it thickened, a white breath that tasted of iron and wet wool. You walked with the weight of your sins strapped to your back, not in chains, but in the silence that followed you like a dog. It was a journey through a landscape that had been carved by industrial ambition and then abandoned by God. The mills stood like broken teeth against the grey sky, their...

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