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Lake Lewisia #1275
Long years had passed since letters of marque were commonly presented in the town, as boundaries softened and the divide widened between those who belonged (however peripherally) and those who did not. Once though, every tinker and trader had carried engraved acorns, or poems inked in berry juice, or rusty keys dredged from the bottom of the lake: proof they came with the town’s blessing. For those who eventually settled in the town, they became souvenirs from the long road to belonging; for those who did not, they became a baffling inheritance for uninitiated offspring.
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LL#1275
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LL#1275