Friday Adventure Hook

The sun gently rises across the still waters of the lake as a warm mist rolls off the mossy, tree-lined shores. The gentle song of morning birds slowly subsides and the only sound is the lapping of waves against the wooden dock. Through the mist, a small rowboat emerges from the mist – a lone fisherman, his arms in the air, seems to gesture across the lake. In the distance, a ship bell tolls – a warning signal.

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