The Distant Threshold
The silence in Oakhaven was not empty; it was a held breath, a physical weight pressing against the glass of Elias Thorne’s window. He woke to the sound of shattering silver, a sharp, crystalline scream that cut through the fog-choked stillness of the small apartment. Before his eyes could fully adjust to the dim gray light filtering through the curtains, he saw it: his mother’s locket, the...
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