Lake Lewisia #1390

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She watched the waves pound against the shoreline, seeming to smash themselves to pieces yet ebbing away again as a single continent-spanning body. For her, there was no magic in the tides, calculable as they were, inexorable as they remained, and that was a comfort. No one had ever truly succeeded in stopping them, all human efforts merely diversions and deals made with devils who came calling over the seawalls eventually, and she had decided to take that as inspiration.

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LL#1390