An Elderly Man Sat Fishing On A Wooden Pier Until Three Young Men Approached Him

outward in widening rings that reached the far edge of the mist and kept going into the invisible distance.

Viktor watched the ripples.

He did not flinch. He did not speak. He adjusted his grip on the rod with the small, automatic movement of a man whose hands have maintained their own separate intelligence for decades, and he watched the water.

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