The Distant Threshold

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The rain fell on the village of Oakhaven like a gray curtain that refused to lift. It was the kind of rain that seeped into bones and rotted wood from the inside out. Silas stood at the edge of the marsh, his boots sinking into the mud up to his ankles. He was twelve years old, small for his age, with hands that were always cold. He held a lantern. The glass was cracked. The flame inside...

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