The Distant Threshold

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The iron gate was locked. It had always been locked. That was the rule. The city of Oakhaven did not open its doors to the night. Not anymore. Not since the Silence took the sound from the air and the light from the sky. Elias stood before the gate. He was a tall man. His shoulders were broad. They had been built for carrying weight. For holding lines. For standing firm when the ground shook....

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