The Distant Threshold

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a persistent, grey curtain that blurred the edges of the town of Oakhaven, turning the cobblestones into slick, dark mirrors of the overcast sky. I stood on the porch, my hands trembling not from the cold, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the object in my satchel. It was the clock. It was not merely a clock; it was the heart of my father’s...

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