The Distant Threshold

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The mill stood at the bottom of the valley, a rotting tooth in the jaw of the hillside. Elias walked the road with his ledger in hand, the numbers blurring in the damp air. He needed four hundred pounds. The buyer was coming today. If the mill did not sell, the debt would eat him alive. The fog was thick, tasting of iron and old rain. It swallowed the world beyond the bend in the road. Elias...

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