Molar Fixer Sinclair
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Late at night, on a pitch-dark mudflat. Flashes of blue sparks flickered on and off somewhere there.
Following the light that was too glaring to be from a lighthouse, yet too meek to be a fire...
"Mm... Are you here to get your boat fixed up? The shop has just closed... Oh, I'll get you a chair so you can sit and rest while you stay in here."