The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-20 11:57:19 -

The bell tower stood like a broken tooth against the bruised purple sky, its stone face cracked by centuries of wind and rain. In the dream, Thomas Ashworth was running. His lungs burned with the taste of iron and old dust. He ran not toward salvation, but away from the weight of his own shadow, which stretched long and thin behind him, detached from his heels. The cobblestones of Oakhaven were...

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