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When the lake door opens this evening, the staggering figure in white that enters is uncharacteristically unkempt. He looks rather the worse for wear, his white clothing rumpled and grass-stained, and with bits of leaves and twigs in his hair.
For a long time, he leans on the doorframe, hunched over almost as if in pain.
He smells....... rather minty.
For a long time, he leans on the doorframe, hunched over almost as if in pain.
He smells....... rather minty.