The Distant Threshold

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray mist that clung to the wool of Thomas’s coat and settled into the pores of his skin, a persistent dampness that seemed to originate from within the town of Oakhaven rather than from the sky above it, and as he stood before the heavy oak doors of the Municipal Archive, he could feel the vibration of the clock tower in his...

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