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The Skin of the Lake
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I grabbed the shiny fork to bag it as evidence. The second my glove closed on it, the water went ice-cold and the lake floor trembled. Reyes' light cut out. In the dark I felt a small hand, cold and certain, slip into my free hand and squeeze.
I squeezed the small hand back, because I'm not a cruel man, and a child shouldn't be alone in the dark. The grip tightened, then more hands found me: ankles, shoulders, throat. They were so happy to have a guest. They pulled me down through the kitchen floor, and the water closed over the spot like nothing had ever been there.
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