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Chapter sixteen, which mainly consists of cold, dark misery. Mainly. The old man suddenly spoke up. “Alright, time to swap seats.” Till let go of the oar, relieved. Richard´s growing despair had literally radiated off him since the lighthouse had come in sight. Till´s own arms still were pretty much okay; the construction site had obviously been good exercise. What hurt pretty badly was his rear. He had no idea what time it was, although he knew how far it was from Wismar to the lighthouse of Timmendorf – not that far – but it felt like he had already spent hours on that wooden seat. Pete placed the boys,