The Distant Threshold

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The silence in the village of Oakhaven did not fall; it settled, heavy and wet as the fog that rolled off the river every morning, choking the light before it could truly claim the day. I remember the taste of the ash in my mouth, a gritty, metallic tang that coated my tongue and stayed there long after the smoke had cleared, a reminder that something precious had been burned to feed the dark....

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