The Distant Threshold

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The fog does not lift; it merely changes its mind about how to hold you. You are standing in the black, wet mud of the moor, the steam from your breath visible as thin, grey ghosts that dissipate before they can form words. You are looking for something that has weight, something that hums with a frequency only your bones can hear. It is the iron lantern, the one your father carried for forty...

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