The Distant Journey
The ice did not break; it shattered, a sound like the world’s ribs cracking open beneath the weight of a silent, ancient grief, and you fell, not into water, but into a memory that had been waiting for you in the dark for forty years, cold and sharp as the blade of a verdict you had refused to pronounce. You are standing on the edge of a bridge that does not exist in the modern world, a place...
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