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Abel followed close behind. He gripped onto the edge of the bank as best he could and leaned over. His reflection bobbed along the gentle water’s surface. It was kind of mesmerizing.
Mahler’s instructions were just barely processed. Abel shot up and away from the edge when he was told the fish could see his shadow.
Awww dangit. He huffed, convinced he’d already screwed it up. Still he did as he was told. He straightened up. Maybe a bit too much. His stiffness rivaled the trees around them.