The Wanderer
The pot of boiling water shook on the brick stove. I was about to place the fresh deer meat my father had hunted from the forest when I heard the heavy galloping of horses. I removed the firewood and watched…
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The pot of boiling water shook on the brick stove. I was about to place the fresh deer meat my father had hunted from the forest when I heard the heavy galloping of horses. I removed the firewood and watched…
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