Lake Lewisia #52

The drifter came in on a long-distance bus, broken down and towed into Lewisia for repairs. Shadowed eyes took in the cryptid-themed pastries, and the sentient books, and the functional town square, and saw that they were impossible and that they were good. When the bus headed back for the highway it had one less occupant, and Lewisia’s shelter set up another bed and an appointment with a counselor.

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LL#52