Lake Lewisia #495

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No bow tie or ball gown had seen the inside of the Grand Cedars Hotel in many years--not the ordinary, corporeal variety of formal wear, in any case. Occasionally, treasure hunters and vandals caught a glimpse of a hazy hem or ephemeral dress shoe disappearing around a corner ahead of them, no more than the memory of sequins and patent leather left to haunt the ruins. As for the things living under the ballroom foundations, who could say what finery they might don in their tunnels and what fell affairs might warrant their best fashions?

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LL#495