The Distant Threshold

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The iron key hung from Elias Thorne’s neck like a pendulum, its cold weight a constant, grinding reminder of the debt owed to the earth. In the village of Oakhaven, where the mist clung to the thatched roofs like damp wool, the key was not merely a tool but a part of his flesh, vibrating with a low, sickly hum that intensified whenever a promise was broken or a life was taken under the shadow...

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