#9. Washing Up

Action was called for. I struck outward, not inward. I did not sway. The man who swung for Isla Brown made a mistake. Or perhaps not. Tis true, I would not be the liberated man that I am presently, were it not for his folly. And Isla Brown…well, she got what she deserved. And had…

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#8. All of Ever

All of ever the words you spoke to me were air and for naught made into blade plunged into my back but I refuse to sway I tugged it free and return it to thee May this wind be ever at your back This moon upon your face a kiss from pale to pale Your…

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#6. Street Talk (part 1)

They say Captain Marsh is back from his voyage south, and that he has manned his ship with swarthy, strange men of evil countenance. Yea? Yea. Ronas of the western bend saw the ship come past his farm yesterday, headed up the river to the valley. I see. The Captain has returned with goods more…

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#5. Jolee (An Account of A Monster)

Da says pay no mine to what I saw. Ain’t no monsters on The Hill nor in the valley. He says me and all lilluns don’t always unnerstan what it is we see. I don’t never wanna be big and rude like him, never payin no mine to what lilluns say. Hmph. I seen a monster and…

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#4. Bound for the Ground (Ol’ Collier’s Dirge)

None of them see what I see From here to the boiling ending dread The stones are greased with the oil of the dead From here to there, I see One and all we end in a shroud or run through with spears, beaten and cowed ripped and torn, lit by the morn of a…

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#3. Dirty Tankards and Lies (The Wash Boy, Part 1)

“I know more than you think I know.” the wash boy said. “Plunk down a coin for my night’s beer and I may tell you what I know.” He thunked a dirty tankard onto a shelf. The hooded woman chuffed, and slapped copper onto the old worn table. Only a narrow slash of her face…

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#2. A Man With A Rope, A Man With A Song (Fallen On Stone Ears)

I returned for my rope in the morn. I arrived at the tree at daybreak, and helped ol’ Collier get the man down. Funny how ol’ Collier always seems to know when there’s a fresh one bound for the ground. I remembered that the man spoke of Isla Brown, The Beauty of Lover’s Hill, and…

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#1. Good Evening (Swayin’ In the Breeze)

What is it you say? No, I am well, friend. Well and fine. Many thanks upon you for cutting me down. Do not be startled. And has this evening’s coach from the valley yet returned? I see. Are you acquainted or otherwise familiar with Isla Brown? Yes, breath taking. No friend, I assure you that…

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