The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-20 02:30:08 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of Millhaven into a slick, grey mirror that reflected the weeping sky with a fidelity that felt almost offensive in its clarity. I stood on the bridge, my boots sinking into the mud, watching the Great Oak on the north bank shudder under the weight of the storm. It was a tree of immense girth, its roots gripping the earth like...

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