The Distant Threshold
The ledger of hours Elias Thorne had spent on the border stretched before him, a physical weight of ink and paper that he could almost feel pressing down on his sternum, each line item representing a week of sleepless vigilance that now felt like a debt collected in full. He stood in the center of the Oakhaven Community Hall, the air thick with the scent of roasted pork and stale beer,...
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