Accounts from the Life of Briar Rose Tailor
Monday, January 14, 2013
Winter 1811 - A Flag of Forgotten Nations
Billy gestured us to stillness.
We held our tongues and our breaths. The only sound was the gentle lapping of the sea against the dinghy. The surrounding fog hid us from the enemy but it also hid them from us.
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