The Distant Threshold

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The fog on the riverbank of Oakhaven did not merely obscure; it consumed. By 1912, the grey mist had thickened to the point where a man could step into the wet grass and lose the taste of his morning coffee, the sound of the factory whistles, or the face of his wife, all within the span of an hour. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the cobblestones, his boots caked in the black sludge...

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