The night hung heavy over Lake Pend Oreille, the air thick with the promise of an approaching storm. Along the far side of the valley, lightning danced across the clouds with an ever-increasing cadence. The wind rose as the storm approached, but oddly came from the north.
Sal tossed restlessly in his bunk aboard the Swift; the unfamiliar creaks and groan…
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