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The devil had come to Patrick twice on the Lord’s day. The third Sunday he arrived a little past noon in the farmyard, buckles on his shoes shining, white gold, […]
The devil had come to Patrick twice on the Lord’s day. The third Sunday he arrived a little past noon in the farmyard, buckles on his shoes shining, white gold, […]
Taking some time off to resolve a long-time ailment of mine (an ill-tempered stomach, never more than a bite or two of rich fair removed from gastronomical reenactments of San […]
A molten sunbeam lanced the wooden slats in the quiet saloon. It spread over the air, over the spread of cards on the poker table’s worn green felt. The stains […]