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As Elias stepped onto the lake, the ice groaned beneath him, sounding less like cracking glass and more like a heavy door opening on unoiled hinges. Through the translucent floor, he didn't see fish or weeds. He saw faces—pale, wide-eyed, and perfectly still—staring up from the depths. They weren't drowned; they were waiting. A bell chimed. Low. Close.

Elias stood at the edge of the frozen treeline, clutching a rusted lantern that flickered against the oppressive grey of the afternoon. In Winterset, the sun was a myth whispered by the elderly, a gold coin lost in a deep, dark well. Here, the season wasn't a phase of the calendar—it was a sentient, hungry thing. Download File Jonathan_Edward_Durham-_Winterset...

The wind didn’t just blow through the valley of Winterset; it exhaled. As Elias stepped onto the lake, the ice