The Distant Threshold

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The rain in Oakhaven did not wash things clean. It made the mud slick, the shadows deep, the silence heavy. I left my sister’s house with the key in my pocket, a cold metal tooth against my thigh. I had fought the last one. I had broken his jaw, I had twisted the steel rod until it sang a high, thin note, and then I had walked away. I told myself I was free. I was a warrior who had laid down...

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