The Distant Threshold

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The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it seeped, a constant, weeping condensation that turned the cobblestones into slick mirrors of the grey sky, and it was in this damp, medieval hush that I, Elias Thorne, opened my journal to record the terms of my war. I am thirty-four years old, a clerk in the parish archive, and my mother is dying of a wasting sickness that the doctors call...

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