The Distant Threshold

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The winter fog that clung to the cobblestones of Aldbury was not merely weather but a living thing, a grey breath that exhaled from the mouths of the ancient oaks lining the High Street, swirling around the ankles of the few pedestrians who dared to venture out, erasing the sharp edges of the world until only the dull, throbbing pulse of the city’s heart remained, a heartbeat I could feel in my...

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