The Dog in the Lake

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The brisk fall air felt like needles pricking my skin as I removed my life jacket and stood up to take the long step from the small outboard-powered boat. The dock jutted from the mist-veiled shoreline like a ghostly, weather-beaten finger pointing back across the lake toward our small, brown house on the other side. Steadying myself on the wide planks of the dock, I felt a sense of dread as I…

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