Lake Lewisia #996

"I don't owe anyone the service of being easily parsed," it informed the travelers (heroes, really, though they had not admitted it to themselves yet). It stood before them, solid as a door, curving as a sickle moon, yielding as the face of a lake. It waited to see if they would understand it as a barrier or as a signpost on their quest, secretly hoping it might even be thought of as a companion.

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LL#996