The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-20 12:50:00 -

The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a slow, grey curtain that erased the horizon and turned the world into a place of suspended breath. I stood at the edge of the moor, my boots sinking into the wet heather, watching the distant village of Oakhaven shrink behind me until it was nothing but a smudge of chimney smoke against the bruised sky. I had left Margaret there, in the house we...

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