The Distant Threshold

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The rain in the valley of Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hung, a gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world and soaked into the bones of everyone who walked beneath it. It was a Tuesday in late autumn, the kind of day where the air tasted of wet wool and old iron, and the cobblestones of the High Street slicked with a sheen that caught the dim light of the gas lamps. Elias Thorne...

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