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... fishing boats were moored at the harbor. On a rock by the shore, a tall young man held a fishing rod, resting his chin as he gazed into the distance at the sea, his sight seemingly piercing through the sea surface, observing everything beneath the deep waters.
Before long, a fishing boat docked nearby. The fisherman disembarked, glanced over, and shouted, "That's upwind, the waves are too strong, you won't catch any fish."
"If you want to catch silver fish, you have to go downst ...
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