The Distant Threshold

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The mist in Oakhaven did not rise so much as it hung, a grey wool pulled tight over the valley, soaking into the joints of Silas’s body where the skin had begun to turn the color of old ash. He moved through the orchard with the slow, grinding patience of a man who knew that his limbs were becoming heavier with every passing hour, his fingers stiffening into claws that could no longer grasp a...

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