📗 Note: This is an expanded version of Fumble, which was published in December of 2021; the afterword focused on the question of how much duty a fisherman owes his government.
When warships dripping with magic and men slipped up the delta's only river, Toby didn't so much as fumble his fishing line. The port at Ulmes had withstood invasions before, swam…
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