They heard the grinding of the skates at the last moment. The girl approached at extraordinary speed, literally a blur. She skated up at the very edge of the floe, speeding along right beside the brink. Rience screamed. And choked on the viscous, leaden water. And vanished. There was blood on the ice, on the perfectly even tracks left by the skates. And fingers. Eight fingers. Boreas Mun vomited on the ice.
