The Distant Threshold

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The fog in the town of Blackwood Mill did not lift; it simply thickened, a wet, grey wool that smelled of sulfur and rotting wool, clinging to the brickwork of the textile factory and the damp cobblestones of High Street. Elara Vance stood at the center of the square, her breath hitching in her chest not from the cold, but from the sheer, vibrating weight of the silence that had settled over...

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