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Tenk was a fishing village of no more than 50 ramshackle shelters and huts that huddled together in an unplanned mess, more or less in the middle of nowhere. It crouched just behind the sand dune at the back of a gently sloping beach. Here it could avoid the worst of the winter weather whilst still keeping the waters of the bay in clear sight. The gentle curve of the white sand swept out lazily to meet a rocky northern and southern headland at its ends. These . . .

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    Tenk was a fishing village of no more than 50 ramshackle shelters and huts that huddled together in an unplanned mess, more or less in the middle of nowhere. It crouched just behind the sand dune at the back of a gently sloping beach. Here it could avoid the worst of the winter weather whilst still keeping the waters of the bay in clear sight. The gentle curve of the white sand swept out lazily to meet a rocky northern and southern headland at its ends. These . . .

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      Mid-afternoon, late summer and the air was thick with the drone of lazy insects and the heavy resinous scent that oozed from the scrubby oil trees that surrounded the clearing. Kihn crouched near the middle. The heat beating down on his shirtless sun blackened back and broad shoulders. Every muscle and sinew in his lean body was tensed as he prepared for the strike. Nothing moved. His concentration was so intense that he had lost all sense of time and neither knew nor cared . . .

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        Mid-afternoon, late summer and the air was thick with the drone of lazy insects and the heavy resinous scent that oozed from the scrubby oil trees that surrounded the clearing. Kihn crouched near the middle. The heat beating down on his shirtless sun blackened back and broad shoulders. Every muscle and sinew in his lean body was tensed as he prepared for the strike. Nothing moved. His concentration was so intense that he had lost all sense of time and neither knew nor cared . . .

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