The Story of Jamie's Second Difficulty

The first time he drowned Jamie was 19. His heart had stopped for two minutes before they could resuscitate him. He washed up on a beach four miles away at five in the morning, an unspecified amount of time after he'd gone in. The third drowning happened when he was twenty-five. Nothing stranger than a riptide. And I didn't fall in. It was barely midnight. I wasn't even that drunk. For an instant, his irises flashed amber. My chair screeched across the Lemelium. It startled him out of his trance, but I was already gone.

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