The Distant Threshold

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The fog that rolled in from the harbor did not merely obscure the view of the lighthouse; it annihilated it, swallowing the granite base, the iron railing, and the solitary figure of Thomas Bradshaw in a thick, wet wool that felt less like water vapor and more like the physical manifestation of a forgotten debt, a debt incurred not in currency but in the specific, crushing weight of a promise...

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