The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-19 17:14:25 -

The oak tree in the center of the village square had stood for three centuries, its roots drinking deep from the earth, its branches stretching out like the arms of a benevolent god who had long since forgotten the names of those who sought his mercy. I was twelve years old the year the whispers began, a time when the air in Oakhaven was always thick with the scent of woodsmoke and the damp,...

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