Part two of a short story. Read the first part here.
It was the deep snowdrifts when I returned in February—the lakeshore was deserted, quiet and barren; sometimes mist drove down the mountains and kissed the far shore and other times it sat heavy beneath thick cloud. One day I caught sight of Silberglanz cycling along its edge, ribbons streaming and he…
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