The Distant Journey
The frost did not come gently that night, nor did it arrive with the quiet dignity of a winter’s first breath, but rather as a violent, crystalline shattering that split the air itself, turning the familiar cobblestones of the village square into a jagged mosaic of ice that caught the moonlight like broken teeth, and in the center of this sudden, frozen desolation stood Elara, her breath...
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