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Milo winced at the hollow wooden sound. He’d hit something. He ran to the edge of the embankment and shined his light downwards. Floating untethered near the lake’s edge was a small rowboat. Milo suspected someone had forgotten to tie the boat up, and it had floated away from its mooring.
He considered his options. If he took the boat and cut across the lake, he could reduce his journey by half. Looks like I’m going out on the lake today after all.
Finding no path to the narrow beach, Milo scrambled down the crumbly slope, scuffing his freshly polished brogues.
The rocks below were covered with black algae that may as well have been crude oil, it was so slippery. Milo took off his shoes and socks and rolled up his trousers.
Struggling to stay balanced, he waded into the water and caught the side of the boat. He tossed his shoes inside and scrambled in after them.
Orienting his position with his phone’s
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