The Pale Verdict
The ice did not break with a sound like cracking; it broke with a sound like screaming, a high, thin shriek that tore through the quiet air of Millhaven and vibrated in the teeth of every resident standing on the shivering shore. It was a Tuesday, unremarkable except for the cold, which had settled into the bones of the town like a permanent tenant, and the lake, which had been solid enough to...
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