The Distant Threshold

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The smell of roasted chestnuts and diesel fuel hung heavy in the air, a cloying mixture that coated the back of your throat. You stood at the edge of the town square, the gravel crunching under your boots as the autumn wind stripped the last yellow leaves from the oaks. It was a Tuesday, unremarkable in its grayness, yet you felt the weight of the moment pressing against your ribs like a...

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