The Distant Joke
I dreamed again of the ice, that vast and terrible pane of frozen water that stretched across the entire valley, a mirror so perfect it reflected not the sky above but the abyss below, a depthless blue that swallowed the light and held it there, suspended in a suspension of cold and clarity that felt less like a dream and more like a premonition of a silence so absolute it would eventually tear...
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