The Distant Threshold

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The fog in Oakhaven did not roll in from the river; it seeped up from the soil, a thick, mineral grey that clung to the wool of Margaret Holloway’s coat and tasted of iron and old rain. She had arrived on the morning train, a commuter from the city whose precision had eroded into a dull, administrative habit over the last three years of auditing municipal budgets for the state oversight board....

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