The Distant Affair
The ice on the quarry pond has cracked again, a jagged fracture that runs from the northern bank like a vein of lightning frozen in time, splitting the surface into two distinct halves that no longer speak to one another. You stand on the edge, your hands clasped behind your back, watching the water beneath the white crust ripple with a silent, dark agitation. The town of Oakhaven sits below...
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