The Golden Visit
The ice cracked. Not with a sound. Or so it seemed. A silent fracture. A white line splitting the surface. Then the whole thing gave way. The pond was gone. Or rather, the illusion was gone. The water beneath was black. Deep. Cold enough to stop the heart. Elias stood on the bank. His boots were dry. His coat was buttoned to the chin. He watched the hole widen. The shattering was total. The...
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