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[h3][color=dc143c][b] 4:45 PM Friday, June 13th 1980 - Lava Lake, BC, Canada[/b][/color][/h3]  
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Camp Lava Lake is caught in those strange hours between day and evening. The day isn't cooling yet, but the sun has begun its slow descent behind the mountains, turning everything gold. Tall pines and cedar trees surround the grounds like silent walls, their tops swaying gently in the breeze. 

The cabins look almost welcoming in the afternoon light. Their weathered cedar siding glows amber beneath the sun. Hammering echoes from somewhere near the cabins and Dobbs’ work has recommenced.

Lava Lake itself is beautiful. The water stretches eastward, dark blue. From a distance, it looks peaceful. No one sees the lake bubbling slightly. The wind could be blamed for the disturbances of the water. 

The tree next to the Main Cabin is larger than any of the surrounding forest, its massive branches spreading over the clearing like an umbrella. While everything else seems alive with summer, the oak appears older, darker. Its bark is blackened in places, and its roots twist across the ground like giant fingers. The grass around it never grows quite right.

Birds fill the air with song. Chickadees dart between branches. A raven circles overhead before disappearing toward the forest. Somewhere down by the water, a loon calls.

Then, for a moment, the sounds stop.

Not gradually.

All at once.

The forest falls silent.

Then the wind kicks up, and with it so does the noise of the forest animals.