The Distant Legend
The first frost came not as a whisper, but as a shattering, a sudden crystallization of the air itself that turned the breath of the town of Oakhaven into a visible, jagged architecture of ice. Elias Thorne stood on the precipice of the old quarry, his fingers digging into the wet, freezing earth, watching the water below transform. It was a phenomenon that defied the simple thermodynamics he...
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