The winter was reigning in full swing, freezing mercilessly everything in its way

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The winter was reigning in full swing, freezing mercilessly everything in its way. It was the dead of night. The air was very still – the wind had veered to north and stopped suddenly, bringing clear skies with the clusters of celestial bodies in the ever-expanding scenery of the universe. There were no lights on the lake; Only the wash of a pale moon outlined the ice-encrusted shore. Everything appeared to be in harmony.

Then, a sound rent the air – someone was there; Someone who had come here to dominate the place rather than live by its rules. Blasts of the wind began to sweep across the lake as if it was telling the intruder to leave at once. The trespasser, a young man, skated slowly and without joy, feeling cheated and deprived of the feeling he’d been expecting.

He was no more than a pair of eyes in the darkness. He was tall and lean with translucent skin over exquisite bones that gave him high cheeks and set off his enormous green eyes. His lips were ridiculously thick, bluish in a way due to exposure to the bitter cold. His hair was champagne-blond, in fact, because of gloomy surroundings, it looked more like a big snowball stuck on his head. Behind this lushness of personality stood Tim himself, unmoved by his own image, a cool film of indifference over his gaze. Sometimes people would be a little startled at a stray sympathetic gleam in Tim’s thickly lashed wide eyes. At the moment he was merely inscrutable. He was wearing an outfit he’d bought yesterday: black hooded fleece, three-stripe pants, also black, and a pair of ice-skates; nothing special, really.

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He blinked. It wasn’t good, this ice. He knew what good ice was and the ice was bad. The ice seemed to be thin and sensitive ready open up and swallow Tim. He cast his eyes over the lake, looking for proof of its weakness. A vast crystallised shelf lay stretched about him. A wilderness of silence rang in his ears. Even the wind sounds were silent rushes of the force of nature rather than sporadic howls of confused velocity. Then for a moment even the air around him seemed to stop and he seemed caught in suspension, held there, ...

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