Lake Lewisia #939

"Your, um, your face is askew," she said, averting her eyes and circling a finger in the general direction of the other occupant of the midnight graveyard. The other person cleared their throat with a noise like gravel and knuckle bones being tumbled together and turned away. When she looked again, they had straightened out the borrowed skin below a carefully curled wig and once again looked basically like a living person.

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LL#939