The Distant Threshold

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The fog in Harrow’s End did not merely obscure the world; it swallowed it, a thick, grey wool that muffled the sound of the church bells and turned the cobblestones of the High Street into slick, treacherous mirrors. Elias Thorne stood before the open grave in the cemetery’s rear corner, his hands trembling not from the November chill but from the sheer, impossible weight of what lay before...

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