The Distant Journey

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The ice was thin. That was the first thing he knew. It had been thick enough for the horses, thick enough for the carts, but now it was just a membrane of white over the black water. Silas stood on the bank. He held his rifle loosely. It was a heavy thing. The wood was worn smooth by his hands. He had held it for ten years. Now his hands shook. Not from cold. From waiting. Across the river, the...

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