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The Skin of the Lake
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I knelt by the small plate on the floor. Scratched into the dried silt beside it was one word: STAY. My air gauge clicked in my ear. When I looked up, every chair at the table had been pulled out, facing me, though neither of us had touched them.
I bolted for the door. Behind me I heard chairs scraping, four of them dragging across the floor, following. I made it to open water and kicked hard for the surface, lungs burning. I broke through and screamed for the boat. Only when hands pulled me up did I see Reyes had never come out. He was still down there, and now there was one empty place at that table, waiting for me to come back.
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