The Golden Visit
The ice broke at dawn, a sound like a bone snapping under a heavy boot. It was not a gentle fracture, but a violent, jagged shattering that echoed across the frozen expanse of the Blackwater Lake, sending a ripple of white spray into the gray, pre-dawn mist. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the shatter, his boots sinking into the slush, his uniform soaked to the skin with cold that bit...
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