The Lake Doesn’t Like to Be Watched
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The Lake Doesn’t Like to Be Watched
My cousin Ellie drowned in Wrenmere Lake when we were twelve.
They said it was an accident. One of those summer tragedies that creep into sleepy towns and never leave. She was swimming alone, they said. Her foot must have gotten caught in weeds. By the time they found her, her skin was gray-blue, her mouth open in a silent scream. Her eyes were wide.
She’d been looking at something…
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