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The Skin of the Lake
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I climbed past the photos, telling myself faces don't move. At the landing I found a wet trail of small footprints leading into one room. I followed and found the family seated at a second table, just like the kitchen one, but this set had a place for every member of my crew, name cards and all.
I knocked the name cards off the table and turned to leave. The footprints on the floor had multiplied, leading every direction at once, and the staircase down was simply gone, walled over with clean dry plaster. I was inside the house now, the way they were, and the lake would not be letting me back out.
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