Breaking his routine
For Luke, mornings were a time of calm before the work began. He tied knots, adjusted nets, and glanced at the shoreline as waves lapped against his boat.
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About fifty minutes into this routine, something caught his eye. At first, he thought it was another odd patch of stones, “What the hell is that?” he muttered, staring toward a black-streaked section of beach.
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