Lake Lewisia #1384

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"This is a good luck rock," the toddler informed the stranger solemnly, heedless of the amused smiles of the adults overhead, and graciously placed a small, roundish pebble in the palm of a much larger hand. Much to the stranger's surprise, after forgetting the pebble in her pocket, it did prove to be good luck, coinciding with several fortunate turns until she didn't like to do anything important without it tucked away somewhere on her person. Unbeknownst to the many recipients of the child's proffered trinkets, he was a young incarnation of a minor luck god, and even the most humble of objects became blessed tokens in his plump and generous hands.

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LL#1384