Binoculars in Hand
A pair of binoculars appeared from the crowd, passed quickly from hand to hand until Thomas found them pressed into his own. His palms felt sweaty against the cold metal as he raised them to his eyes. The image blurred for a moment, then sharpened as he adjusted the focus. His breath caught in his throat. The outline was no illusion. There was a figure standing tall on top of the ice.
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