The Distant Threshold

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The pocket watch lay in Elias Thorne’s palm, cold and heavy as a stone. Its face was cracked, a web of fractures radiating from the center where the hands had stopped at four. He closed his fingers around it, feeling the jagged edges bite into the skin, a sharp, grounding pain. The mist in Oakhaven was thick, a grey soup that swallowed the cobblestones and the brick facades of the high street....

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