Jane Doe was eating clover back by the fire pit several evenings in a row. Even odder, she was by herself when she came to nibble on the blooming white flowers. I don't know if her fawn was hidden back in the brush by the property line. I hope they are somewhere safe.
A Barrel of Vintner - Chapter 9
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Yesterday, I broke the 85K-word mark for A Barrel of Vintner. And I'm still
about 20K away from the end. I know what's going to happen. It's a matter
writ...
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