A Midwestern Yankee... (Chapter 13)

Chapter Thirteen Layers Luga stretched, yawned, rolled off of the bed, his nap leaving him feeling refreshed and limber. He twisted his body in impossible ways for flesh and blood mortals, but not so for creatures more ephemeral like himself. He gathered shadows to himself with an effort of will, shaping them into a long robe and cloak, as well as boots for hiking in sludge.

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