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The River's Claim The fog came off the river that morning thick as wool, and Thomas Whitaker felt it on his skin before he felt the cold water. He was fifty-eight years old and had been fishing the Thames tributaries since he was a boy, but this flood was different. The rain had fallen for nine days straight. The river had forgotten its banks. Thomas knew he should stay on dry ground. He knew...
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