The Distant Threshold

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The rain in the city of Oakhaven did not fall; it hung, a suspended curtain of gray mist that tasted of copper and old ash, clinging to the skin like a second, wetter layer of the world. Elias stood on the edge of the precipice, his boots sinking into the slick, black mud that had no business existing on the paved streets of a modern metropolis, yet here it was, thick and primordial, swallowing...

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