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... iasm of someone who didn’t have to enter water of questionable clarity.
"Teams, to your stations!"
And with their tools, or lack of tools, decided, the cast lined up at the pond like reluctant soldiers marching into battle.
The pond shimmered beneath the sun, deceptively calm.
Ripples glided across the surface like a warning.
Somewhere beneath, fish plotted their escape.
The first touch of pond water was shockingly cold, sending a collective shiver ...
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