The Distant Threshold

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The mist clung to the valley floor like a burial shroud. It was thick and gray, swallowing the cobblestones of the village, erasing the edges of the world. Silas walked. His boots were heavy. The mud sucked at his heels. He felt the weight of the years. Not just his. The weight of all the silences he had kept. The weight of every lie whispered in the dark. He was a detective. Or he had been....

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