Accounts from the Life of Briar Rose Tailor
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
Summer 1810 - A Favor for Honest Boris
Boris arrived, as usual, soon after sundown. Unusually, he had no smile for me. "Child, I need your father," he said. "There are worse things than me abroad this night."
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