Lake Lewisia #888

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By the time she got there, the dark figure had propped up the little grate over the shattered end of the broken tree. Down in its heart, once lightning-struck and flame-eaten, a small pool of water sat scummed with fallen leaves. She dipped their tin cups down wrist-deep into the pool and brought up steaming mugs of tea, while the dark figure fished assorted nuts from their pockets and laid them out on the grate to roast over the memory of electric fire.

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