The Distant Threshold

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The mist in Oakhaven did not rise; it settled, a heavy, wet wool that smothered the crooked timber houses and the cobblestones of the square. Silas Vane, border warden for forty years, stood before the Great Stone Gate, his breath pluming in the chill air, his hands trembling not from cold but from a rage that had calcified over decades of service. He wanted the ledger. He wanted the proof that...

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