The Distant Clue
The ice cracked beneath my boots. I heard it before I saw it. A sharp, brittle snap. Then another. The sound traveled through the silence of the frozen lake. It was a sound I knew well. It was the sound of things breaking. I stood at the center of the expanse. The wind bit at my face. It was a cold that did not just touch the skin. It entered the bone. It settled in the marrow. I did not move....
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