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... orning mist had not yet dissipated, and the damp air, tinged with a fishy smell, clung to Bramo Ramsfield’s wool coat.
He sat on a folding chair, the fishing rod propped obliquely on a metal stand with the line dangling into the river.
The sound of leather shoes on gravel came from behind, not too heavy nor too light.
Bramo didn’t turn his head, already knowing who had arrived, "I thought you would be late. Didn’t put enough sugar in the coffee today?"
"No way." < ...
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