Saturday, May 2, 2009


              Grommet labored over the spidery scrawl of the oddly leather like pages. She needed to know more, more about this Forsaken remnant of a man, a man who once knew her Uncle. She worked until hunger and thirst overrode fatigue. Stiff from her hunched position of the last hours, Grommet made her way down into the cool evening air of spring, and then to a table across from the mailbox outside the Blue Recluse.

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