Lake Lewisia #233

They operated on different metaphors, rotating after a month or a year or a few days as they saw fit. They spent a year as a post-apocalyptic survivor, translating their day job into mercenary work for the local warlord, then a few months as a fantasy knight errant who traded dragon-hoarded gold for produce from peasant farmers. Every few years, they tried living without metaphor, just a clerk in an office with an apartment and electric bills, but reality only ever held their full attention for a day or two.

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LL#233