The Distant Threshold

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The fog in Blackwood did not roll in; it settled, heavy and wet, like a burial shroud draped over the industrial district. You stepped off the train at dawn, the platform slick with soot and rain, clutching a leather satchel that held your only tool: a cracked pocket mirror, the glass fractured down the center where Thomas had dropped it the last time you saw him. You were here for the...

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