The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The ice broke at noon. It did not shatter with a crash. It dissolved. A slow, sickening fracture spread across the surface of the frozen lake, splitting the white expanse into jagged, floating islands. They drifted apart. The cold was not a temperature. It was a presence. It watched. Elias stood on the largest shard. He was small. Too small for the weight of what he carried. He was twelve. His...

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