The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-23 23:39:04 -

The fog in the city of Oakhaven had stopped moving three weeks ago, settling into the gutters and along the cobblestones until it hardened into a dull, grey mineral. It was a cold, damp morning, the kind that seeped into the joints and made the old bones ache, and I stood before the heavy oak door of the Magistrate’s office, my hand resting on the iron handle that was slick with condensation. I...

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