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(This story was an entry for Clue #3 in the 2013 Treasure Hunt -- see the collection for related stories and images! It was inspired by Afke van Herpt's 2011 October calendar art, which can be found here.) The water runs clear through the meadow, infusing the air above with the same shimmering coolness. Glimmers of gold and red dance across the trickling waves, tricking the eyes with sudden flashes, slithering like scales. The three fishers hold their ground, muscles taut, breathing shallow as they wait for the splash of flicking fin or gaping mouth to reveal their prey. A yearly tradition, they know well what to do. A darting break in the pattern draws the eye. A pop like a bubble breaking and all three move at once, slicing the crystal water. “I think I got him,” Evervale utters in surprise, and tightens her grip on her spear, now thrashing, swaying, suddenly alive. Her mother comes to help, coaxing the struggling catch to the surface, trying to avoid an icy swim. “I think you did!” laughs Newt as he runs to join in the fun.
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