The Severed Line

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The Severed Line

Tom Callahan stood on the end of the pier and watched the morning mist burn off the Great South Bay. The water was glass, flat and gray as old pewter, and he could see the dark shapes moving beneath it long before they surfaced. Three of them, cutting slow arcs through the eelgrass beds, their dorsal fins slicing the surface like knives through paper. Atlas led them. He always did. The big...

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