Sam flicked his wrist and watched the stone’s path across the water. It skipped five times and winked out in a blind pocket of sunlight. “Did you see that?” He spun around, but at first…
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Sam flicked his wrist and watched the stone’s path across the water. It skipped five times and winked out in a blind pocket of sunlight. “Did you see that?” He spun around, but at first…