The Distant Threshold

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The fog in Oakhaven did not merely obscure the streetlamps; it possessed a weight, a humid density that pressed against the windows of Elias Thorne’s cramped office like a living thing seeking entry. At thirty-four, Elias sat behind a desk cluttered with unpaid invoices and the skeletal remains of contracts, the air around him thick with the low, static hum of residual spirits that only he...

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