The Distant Joke
The ice cracked. It was a sound like a bone breaking in the dark. I felt the cold rush up through the soles of my boots, a physical weight that settled into my marrow. We were on the lake. Just the two of us, and the silence that pressed against our ears like deep water. You fell first. You didn't scream. You simply vanished into the black slush. I grabbed for your hand. My fingers closed on...
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