Lake Lewisia #1138

“It’s a sort of coming of age ceremony among the tunnel folk,” she explained, careful not to reveal cultural secrets to which she was barely meant to be privy herself. She plucked a finger across a sugar-spun violin string, which hummed out a high, clean note. “Well, the coating on the roll cookie flute might have been a mistake,” the judge said, still brushing cinnamon-sugar from his shirt after she had demonstrated that part of her edible orchestra, “but overall a charming assembly.”

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