The Distant Threshold

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The count was three hundred and twelve stones. That was the number of cracks in the eastern wall before the sap began to flow. I counted them with a chalk marker, each scratch a small violence against the rough limestone, measuring the town’s decay like a doctor measuring a pulse that was slowing to a stop. The walls of Oakhaven were not merely stone; they were skin, and they were sick. For...

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