Lake Lewisia #280

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“I want a replacement,” they said, voice somewhere between petulant and desperate as they leaned against the front counter. They held out their hands, curled and swollen with arthritis, to the woman working the register at Blue Owl Trading Company. She nodded, said, “Let’s see what we might have from Shipwreck,” and headed first for the wall of mysterious gears and gadgets.

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LL#280