The night turned out unexpectedly productive, since I sat sulking at the screen about one and a half hours ago wondering what the point was getting into something tonight. But I got a decent 1332 words, with one character unexpectedly revealing his origins, a streak of poetry and a coat of fur (!!). I love it when unexpected things happen! I'm not entirely sure my protagonists are going to get permission for their forensic archaology; the other side are being robustly suspicious. It's the price of me for writing them that way. I will turn it over to the unconscious or whatever higher or lower power operates to get writers out of self-generated fixes, sleep on it overnight, and take it to the pool in the morning.
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