Lake Lewisia #1399

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"So if these creatures living in the pantry are invisible," her brother asked with the self-satisfied air of one declaring checkmate, "how do you know they're there?" She could have shown him scars left from misadventures and simple clumsiness as she learned to navigate the pitch-dark pantry realm she had discovered, or she could have played her battle harp with its plain body and its song like razor blades, but she no longer felt any need to stoop to his level. Now she knew that things needn't be seen to leave a mark.

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LL#1399