DMN: The Sampler

Dead Men Don't Need Names

Correspondence with the town has been strange. Angry phone calls demanding to know what I am going to do with the lake from the town's folk. Letters spotted with water and fish scales. A mayor who always seems to be drenched in sweat when I see him. It doesn't matter. I was prepared for odd folks when I took this job. Heck, I was prepared when I took this degree. All I need to do now, is take care of The Lake