The Distant Threshold
The carriage wheels ground against the cobblestones of the village square, a rhythmic, mournful scraping that echoed in the hollows of Alderman Silas Vane’s chest as he surveyed the grey, weeping face of the mill, a structure of such antiquated and oppressive weight that it seemed less a building than a stone beast crouching in the mist, its timber beams blackened by centuries of soot and its...
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