The Golden Farce
The ice did not merely break; it shattered, a violent, crystalline scream that tore through the silence of the lake, and in that instant, the world inverted, plunging us into a cold so absolute it felt less like temperature and more like a physical weight pressing against my lungs, stealing the breath from my body while the dark water, black and viscous as ink, swallowed the reflection of the...
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