Accounts from the Life of Briar Rose Tailor
Monday, January 7, 2013
Spring 1810 - Years Late for the Duel
"Where is Garenneir?" he rasped; his voice cracked and dry like old mud. "I will have my satisfaction. Where is the coward?"
"You're too late, dead man," said Billy, "Yellow jack took Garenneir a decade past."
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