The Distant Threshold
The stone archway at the edge of the village of Oakhaven did not merely stand in the grass; it hovered, a monolithic slab of grey granite that defied the simple physics of weight and gravity, floating three inches above the earth as if repelled by an invisible magnetic field that had been humming beneath the soil for three centuries. Elara Vance stood before it with her hands trembling, not...
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