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When he finally forced his eyes open, he spotted the silver of the rod shining through the darkness, but beyond that, something else too. Something long and splotchy with color beneath the shadow of the lake water. A man, maybe? But no—why would someone else have fallen from Sid’s dock? He could see eyes staring back at him unblinking and maybe it was—was he dying? He’d slept badly. Maybe it was a dream.
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