The Faded Frontier
The ice had begun to crack before the sun had fully risen, a sound like the snapping of ancient bones echoing through the hollows of the Halloran estate. It was not merely the frost that had failed, but the very fabric of the winter that had held the valley in its rigid, silent grip for seven centuries. The lake, once a mirror of unyielding black glass, was now a jagged mosaic of drifting...
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