Accounts from the Life of Briar Rose Tailor
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Autumn 1810 - The Sea Gives Up Its Dead
We smelled the thing long before we saw it. It gave up a stench that burned the nose and churned the guts. How the gulls came near it I do not know. That they could eat of it suggested madness. That eating of it deranged them only confirmed it.
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