Scraggy had to turn his head from the luminous glare flaming from the hempen coils. He had never seen his girl shine so bright, all but blinding him with her argent blaze. The rope quivered in his hands, burning brighter and brighter, demanding justice. Awed, Scraggy shook it out, noting how... read more
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