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The lake looked calm enough, on the surface. It was a hot August afternoon, without the slightest breeze to ripple the clear, glass-like water, and we'd just arrived at the remote camp-site, breaking the woodland silence with our noisy chatter. I remember thinking that I wouldn't mind peeling off my sticky clothes and diving into those cool, inviting depths. Jake even bet me I'd be too chicken to jump off the rickety wooden pier. I laughed it off but secretly vowed I'd be the first one in. That was before we knew what lay beneath, of course; that was before it all went wrong.
The huts where we'd be sleeping were set just out of sight of the lake..
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