The Distant Threshold
The frost did not merely settle upon the village of Oakhaven; it invaded it, a creeping, crystalline tide that consumed the thatched roofs and the stone walls with a silence so profound it felt less like an absence of sound and more like a physical weight pressing against the eardrums, a vacuum that sucked the breath from the lungs of the few remaining souls who still dared to walk the cobbled...
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