The Wistful Saga
The frost came down hard. It came like a hammer. It broke the glass. It broke the sky. The ice cracked. The ice split. The ice shattered. I watched it go. I watched it break. The winter took the lake. The winter took the light. I was alone. I was cold. The cold was in my bones. The cold was in my mind. I had to work. I had to fix. The machine was broken. The machine was dead. I had to make it...
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