Something moved just below the surface. Not a fish, and not the wind. It was a slow, deliberate shadow—a memory of what had been lost twenty years ago. The air grew cold, smelling of wet earth and old secrets.
"It’s still down there," a voice whispered from the tree line. Something moved just below the surface
Elias didn't turn around. He knew. Some waters are clear not because they are clean, but because they are deep enough to hide the bottom. And in Clearwater, the bottom was finally rising to meet them. Something moved just below the surface