Lake Lewisia #424

They stepped off the bus in their ill-fitting disguises, skin-tone makeup threatening to run in the heat, belongings clutched to bodies straining to be free, exhausted from traveling north from the border for so long and from sustaining hope against all odds. They stepped into the sunlight, where people wore their fur and scales and unnamable appendages openly and wore smiles for the travelers. They stepped under the banners spread to welcome them loudly, without secrecy or shame: welcome refugees, welcome home, welcome to Lake Lewisia.

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LL#424