The Pale Verdict
The ice was thin. That was the first thing I noticed, before the cold, before the fear. It was a fragile, translucent sheet, stretching across the dark water of the mill pond. It hummed under my boots. A low, resonant vibration that traveled up through the soles, into my shins, and settled in the hollow of my chest. I stood at the edge of the stone lip, looking out at the white expanse. My...
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