Freezing
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When the stove finally flickered out, Elias didn't panic. There was a profound peace in the absolute lack of vibration. He sat back in his chair and watched the frost climb his knees. He thought of the stars, those distant furnaces that were the only things left in the universe with the right to be warm. He closed his eyes and imagined he was a molecule, slowing down, finding its perfect, final place in the lattice. If you'd like to explore a different version
