He's looking across the way towards a stretch of what has to be lake but smells like salt water, making a thoughtful hn noise at Kate's explanation.
The whole thing is piecemeal. Like someone decided to build a county-sized piece of land a la carte, stapling together parts of the British Isles and New England and something that looks maybe like the Gulf of Mexico, down where the tang of salt is thickening the air.
"This was all just...here?"
A stable, a bar? A lake, with a floating dock? And with so many universes and times to choose from, what are the odds it would all be immediately recognizable to a native of twenty-first century Maine?
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The whole thing is piecemeal. Like someone decided to build a county-sized piece of land a la carte, stapling together parts of the British Isles and New England and something that looks maybe like the Gulf of Mexico, down where the tang of salt is thickening the air.
"This was all just...here?"
A stable, a bar? A lake, with a floating dock? And with so many universes and times to choose from, what are the odds it would all be immediately recognizable to a native of twenty-first century Maine?