THE TWILIGHT BLOOMS
September 3, 2018
“Only eight casks today, Mad Marge,” said the burly sweep, and he dragged the last cask into the hovel. Mad Marge shot a quick glance of hatred at the sweep, then turned to her task. Her daily task. Her endless task. Her mind numbing boring task. She opened the first cask, plucked out a diamond […]
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