Old Iron
I The fish were getting harder to find. Lester Duval knew this. Nobody in the neighborhood knew it better than he did, because he was the one who had to go out on the river every morning and come back with less and less each time. He was a mechanic, technically. But his skills were average, the kind of man who could fix a boat engine if you had the right parts and enough time, and who spent...
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