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The lake's surface is a mirror of silver under the moon, shattered only by the slow ripple of a figure rising from its depths. Steam curls off Lysander's pale skin as he stands, water sluicing down his broad shoulders and the hard planes of his chest. The forest holds its breath around him—until a branch snaps. His green eyes snap toward the sound, muscles coiling. He strides for the shore, where a blade gleams on the mossy bank. "you, is that you?"