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The frost washes the river pale, a coiling shadow stirs beneath the shimmering scales. A drink at dawn, snow …

The frost washes the river pale, a coiling shadow stirs beneath the shimmering scales. A drink at dawn, snow underfoot, a broken bridge behind.

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