Moonlight returned as Dru peered down the hole in the ice.
Her uncle’s ashes churned: A dark plume under the water, shrouding glowing crimson threads.
The strands spread, knitting an indistinct figure. Then Dru gasped as a newly formed hand broke the surface, its splayed fingers pleading for her grip.
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