The Distant Threshold
The scale on the counter of the Oakhaven Sheriff’s office clicked to forty-two grams, a precise, dry weight that Elias Thorne had come to measure his life by. He tipped the gray powder from the communal tin into the glass vial, the sound a soft, gritty whisper that cut through the silence of the room where the fog pressed against the windowpanes like a living thing trying to get in. For...
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