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The Woodshop

But one day
This place
Will be empty
And the cold
Will come
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I didn't know what it was when I first found it. It was just an empty wooden building in the middle of no where.

At first, I had been afraid to go near it. But my curiosity got the best of me.
That and I was freezing.

I had walked over to the wood structure and inspected it. It was old and wearing down. I had found a door that was hanging loose on its hinges.

I'd carefully entered through it and beheld the place that would become my shelter for years to come.

There isn't much to see inside. A few old workbenches sit around here and there. Old tools that are broken and rusty. Unfinished projects that will forever remain incomplete.

There's barely any light. It's dusty and cold. The wooden floor is grey as well as the wooden walls.

The thing I like most about the woodshop is the rafters. If you're careful, you can climb all the way to the top, and crawl around on the wooden beams.

But one wrong move can send you plumeting down to your death. If you go to the very edge of the beams, at the far side of the woodshop, there's an opening.

It's just a hole in the ceiling, but if you look out, you can see everything.

The snow covered trees, the mountains with snow being blown all over them, and the thing that fills me with the most wonder, the sea.

It's called the Frozen Sea. It's called that because it has been frozen for years. While we are not forbbiden to leave the Community, we are forbidden to go anywhere near the Frozen Sea.

They say that years ago, some people ventured on to the ice that covered the sea, they were gone for days, and they never returned.

I don't know if the stories are true but I do know that sea terrifies, and fascinates me.

While I'm in the woodshop I'm completely alone. No animals come here, or people. It's completely silent. I don't hear the wind blowing outside. Or the sound of my feet walking across the wood floor that I expect to creak and groan with each passing step, but it doesn't.

It's empty. There's no one here but me.

Little did I know, that it would soon change.

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