Peace disturbed
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The bobber floated gently. He watched it, letting his mind wander. Fishing wasn’t always about catching—it was about peace as well. But unfortunately, that peace was short-lived.
Because just as Liam leaned back, something across the river caught his eye. Liam saw a shape, half-buried in the mud, shift slightly about 50 feet from where he stood.
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