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E
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E
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CUMMINGS
Shadow
was
driving
a
rental
,
and
he
came
out
of
the
forest
slowly
,
about
8
:
30
in
the
morning
,
drove
down
the
hill
doing
under
forty
-
five
miles
per
hour
,
and
entered
the
town
of
Lakeside
three
weeks
after
he
was
certain
he
had
left
it
for
good
.
He
drove
through
the
city
,
surprised
at
how
little
it
had
changed
in
the
last
few
weeks
,
which
were
a
lifetime
,
and
he
parked
halfway
down
the
driveway
that
led
to
the
lake
.
Then
he
got
out
of
the
car
.
There
were
no
more
ice
-
fishing
huts
on
the
frozen
lake
any
longer
,
no
SUVs
,
nobody
sitting
at
a
fishing
hole
with
a
line
and
a
twelve
-
pack
.
The
lake
was
dark
:
no
longer
covered
with
a
blind
white
layer
of
snow
,
now
there
were
reflective
patches
of
water
on
the
surface
of
the
ice
,
and
the
water
beneath
the
ice
was
dark
,
and
the
ice
itself
was
clear
enough
that
the
darkness
beneath
showed
through
.
The
sky
was
gray
,
but
the
icy
lake
was
bleak
and
empty
.
Almost
empty
.
There
was
one
car
remaining
on
the
ice
,
parked
out
on
the
frozen
lake
almost
beneath
the
bridge
,
so
that
anyone
driving
through
the
town
,
anyone
crossing
the
town
,
could
not
help
but
see
it
.
It
was
a
dirty
green
in
color
;
the
sort
of
car
that
people
abandon
in
parking
lots
,
the
kind
that
they
just
park
and
leave
because
it
’
s
just
not
worth
coming
back
for
.
It
had
no
engine
.
It
was
a
symbol
of
a
wager
,
waiting
for
the
ice
to
become
rotten
enough
,
and
soft
enough
,
and
dangerous
enough
to
allow
the
lake
to
take
it
forever
.
There
was
a
chain
across
the
short
driveway
that
led
down
to
the
lake
,
and
a
warning
sign
forbidding
entrance
to
people
or
to
vehicles
.
THIN
ICE
,
it
said
.
Beneath
it
was
a
hand
-
painted
sequence
of
pictograms
with
lines
through
them
:
no
cars
,
no
pedestrians
,
no
snowmobiles
.
Danger
.
Shadow
ignored
the
warnings
and
scrambled
down
the
bank
.
It
was
slippery
—
the
snow
had
already
melted
,
turning
the
earth
to
mud
under
his
feet
,
and
the
brown
grass
barely
offered
traction
.
He
skidded
and
slid
down
to
the
lake
and
walked
,
carefully
,
out
onto
a
short
wooden
jetty
,
and
from
there
he
stepped
down
onto
the
ice
.
