The Distant Blade
The ice broke at dawn. Not with a sound. Not with a shudder. It simply ceased to be whole. A crack, thin as a vein, ran through the surface of the frozen harbor. Then another. Then the world split open, and the dark water beneath rushed up to swallow the light. I watched from the edge of the dock, my boots soaking through the wool, feeling the cold bite into my bones like a thief. I am a man of...
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