Chapter Sixty-Five
Xavier I lean over the edge of the canoe and plunge my arm into the icy black water. Olly is watching me intently, like he's expecting something special-- for me to start chanting in Latin or perform some dark blood ritual, maybe. I don't remember how I summoned the Kraken last time. I wasn't trying to summon it. The Kraken just came to me. It chose me, not the other way around. I swish my hand around in the lake and concentrate, silently screaming for the Kraken to come to me, to help me. No response. Maybe it's not listening. Maybe it doesn't even care. Or maybe it doesn't even exist, and that thing— the tentacle— we saw on the beach wasn't a Kraken at all, but some mutant fish, or a trick of the light, just like Landon said. Are you there, Kraken? It's me, Xavier. "Can you feel it
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