The Distant Threshold

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The mud of Oakhaven did not dry; it remembered. Sergeant Elias Thorne, forty-two, stood in the center of the town square, his boots sinking into the sludge that clung to his trousers like wet wool. He wanted to clear his name, a desire so sharp it cut through the fog that rolled in from the river, erasing the footprints of anyone the town deemed guilty. The fog was not merely weather here; it...

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