The Wistful Silence
The ice had shattered. Not with a crack, but with a sigh. A long, thin exhalation from the center of the frozen lake, spreading outward like a vein breaking under skin. I stood at the edge of the shore, my boots sinking into the slush, watching the water swallow the light. The city of Oakhaven loomed behind me, a huddled mass of stone and shadow. It was a city that did not sleep. It never did....
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