Lake Lewisia #58

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She darted across the empty square, arms thrown up over her head to ward off the fat drops falling, and vaulted the line of sandbags barricading the Gardens’ entrance. Just inside, clawed hands caught and cradled her, her lover’s breath shivering warm across her cheek. They would weather the storm in the tunnels together, knowing they would be warm and comfortable whether the sandbags held back the water or not.

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LL#58