The Distant Threshold

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The wool of the coat is heavy against your shoulders, a weight that feels less like fabric and more like the accumulated silence of the village. It is winter in the highlands, a time when the air is so thin it bites the lungs, and the mist that rolls down from the peaks does not lift but settles, clinging to the eaves and the stone walls of the cottages. You are the new constable, a man of few...

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