The water laps against your feet as you stare off into the distance. The wind chill of Flagstaff air is unbecoming of Arizona, but you welcome it nonetheless. An eerie fog rolls in over the lake. Something comes into your view that for a second you think is a trick of vision. A ball of light hovering over the waves. The Ghost of Lake Mary slowly approaches.
June 5th… We RETURN…
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