The Distant Threshold

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The mist did not lift so much as it dissolved, a slow unraveling of the grey wool that had wrapped the valley of Blackwater Creek in its suffocating embrace for three days, revealing the jagged teeth of the quarry below in a way that felt less like a revelation and more like a wound being picked open. I stood at the edge of the cliff, my boots sinking into the wet heather, watching the water...

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