"--Now's your chance," the radio said, as Teige whipped around where he was seated at the edge of the grey pond, yanking his fishing rod so hard that it snagged and bent, calling out to the small encampment up the shore--through the fog, at the base of some gnarled birch trees, they all glanced up at him, startled.
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