Lake Lewisia #435

“Do you see ships out there,” she asked tentatively, after many months of working up the courage to say anything. The dark figure looked away from the still lake surface for the first time all morning, though their hands continued to work knots into fine cords that spooled endlessly from beneath their cloak. “No, but you mustn’t think that means they aren’t there, not when you’ve been watching all this time.”

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LL#435