His footsteps broke the icy surface of the snow, the cracks echoing sharply against the trees in the silent stillness. He walked slowly towards the moonlight bouncing in vivid whiteness off the frozen surface of the lake. Stumbling occasionally in the uneven footing, he eventually passed the woods and reached the edge of the lake. It was an artificial lake, born from a downstream hydroelectric dam that had been build decades earlier. The turbines were too far from where he stood now to be heard on most days, but in the clear crisp air of that evening he heard their low hum.
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