Lake Lewisia #606

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Growing old never struck her as all that bad, when her adventuring days had left her with bad knees and unsteady hands long before age could wreak the same havoc, if it meant quiet nights by the fire with a pair of thick socks to ward off the chill. It wasn't so much that the stories had left an old woman behind, running off with the next strong, young thing that came along swinging a sword and chasing a legend. Now the stories had to come find her, and those young sword-swingers had to plead for her advice, and she got to sit by her fire while they told her of the beginnings and the endings to be found these days.

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LL#606