They called it Graywater Lake, though no one remembered why. The name fit, thoughâthe water was never blue, never green, never clear. Always gray, like the sky when a storm holds its breath.
Children were told not to swim there, not to fish, not to wander too close after dark. The stories were always the same: the lake never gave back what it took. The way old folks said it, hushed and hard, you ...
