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No Man's Child - Chapter 2
It all comes of those newcomers and gangrels that began coming up the Greenway last year, as you may remember; but more came later. Some were just poor bodies running away from trouble; but most were bad men, full o’ thievery and mischief.
ROTK: Homeward Bound
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The basket is heavy, but not overly so. Its soft reeds creak against my hip where I clutch it as I walk. My steps are slow beneath the burden of the basket and nights unslept. I wind my way down the paths from one home to the next, passing house, pasture, field, and shed as I make my way to the center of life at the Angle. ( Continued here )
ROTK: Homeward Bound
~oOo~
The basket is heavy, but not overly so. Its soft reeds creak against my hip where I clutch it as I walk. My steps are slow beneath the burden of the basket and nights unslept. I wind my way down the paths from one home to the next, passing house, pasture, field, and shed as I make my way to the center of life at the Angle. ( Continued here )