The Distant Affair
The ice broke at dawn. It did not shatter with a dramatic crack, but with a low, groaning tear that ran through the surface of the lake like a vein splitting under pressure. Elias stood on the dock, his boots frozen to the splintered wood, watching the water surge up around the edges. He was a man made of straight lines and right angles, a sheriff’s deputy in a town where the lines had long...
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