And then the lake really was frozen over. The thin layer would melt shortly after the sun edged over the eastern stone walls but for those moments before daylight caressed the lake, it sparkled with frozen mischief.
And then the lake really was frozen over. The thin layer would melt shortly after the sun edged over the eastern stone walls but for those moments before daylight caressed the lake, it sparkled with frozen mischief.
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