No Reparations Are Expected At This Time

Just the aftermath of a strange day, a strange letter, and some under-the-table un-wisdom. A continuation of HALF-SHELL PROPHECIES.

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Salis buffed his shoes, ironed his uniform, used magic to change the shade several times until the seams began to fray, and finally gave up and purchased a brand new one.

He’d needed one anyway. Half-troll heritage made regular clothing replacement necessary.