The Distant Threshold

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The rain on the highlands does not fall; it hangs, a grey curtain that soaks the bone. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, and your hands are cracked from the cold and the chalk. You stand at the edge of your survey plot, watching the black fungus creep over the boundary stones. It is not moss, not really. It is the Whispering Moss, a fungal network that blooms only where human grief has been...

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