The Distant Metropolis

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The ice started with a whisper. It was not the sound of a crack, but the sigh of a breath held too long finally letting go. Elias Vane lay in the narrow cot in the attic, his body a map of aches, the cold seeping through the wool blanket like a slow tide. Below him, through the thin floorboards, the house settled. Outside, the town of Oakhaven was asleep, but the lake was not. The lake, that...

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