The Distant Ghost
The ice did not crack; it shattered, a sudden and violent exhalation of white fracture lines that raced across the surface of the Blackwood Reservoir with the terrifying speed of lightning, splitting the frozen world into a thousand jagged shards that drifted apart in the gray, heavy silence of the morning, and I stood there, my boots sinking slightly into the slush of the breaking surface,...
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