Lake Lewisia #188

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The figure who slipped into the booth across from the cartographer wore dark wraparound glasses, though the sun had set an hour before. Once another round of food and drink had been ordered, he opened his maps to the set of pages depicting only the mouth of a cave and the blank unknown beyond it. He considered himself a capable adventurer, but spelunking had never been his specialty, and he wasn’t too proud to hire a native guide.

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LL#188