The Faded Road
The ice shattered first. It did not crack with a sound. It broke in silence. A web of white fractures spread across the surface of the lake, slicing the world into jagged, floating shards. I stood at the center of the ice, my boots slipping on the black water beneath. The cold was not a temperature. It was a weight. It pressed against my chest, crushing the breath from my lungs. I was a...
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