The Distant Threshold
The ice did not break; it shattered. It fell in a thousand jagged teeth of blue crystal, screaming as it tore open the surface of the lake. Elias stood on the bank, his boots sinking into the wet mud of the shore. He did not move. He watched the water churn, black and churning, swallowing the fragments of the world that had been above it. The cold was a physical weight, pressing against his...
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