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... he umpteenth time. A larger fish drew closer, its shadow dark and agile beneath the clear water that reflected the faint twilight. Sylvia smiled thinly, bitter, as if the bite were nothing more than a small metaphor for her current life waiting for something that would never truly satisfy. With a swift but controlled motion, she yanked the rod. The line curved, the water rippled violently, and a large silver fish leaped out of the river, its scales glittering like freshly minted coins. It landed ...
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