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The Skin of the Lake
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At the top of the stairs I found four bedroom doors, all shut. Three had handprints pressed on them from the inside, small and large. The fourth door had nothing. I reached for the clean one, because clean meant safe. Or so I thought.
I opened the clean door. The room was dry inside, actually dry, no water at all, like the lake refused to enter. A family of four sat on the bed, smiling, holding hands. The mother patted the empty space beside her and said, clear as anything underwater, "We saved your seat." The door swung shut behind me.
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