The Lieutenant squinted into the harsh sunlight, the heat prickling his sweat-soaked skin. Antonia. The pre-war picture in the Charleston Gazette, full of Charleston charm, was a ghost haunting these ravaged streets. Now, rubble choked the avenues, and bullet holes were grotesque beauty marks on the facades that once held Italian arrogance. Exotic? Maybe, but … Continue reading The Lieutenant (Antonia)
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The Hall of Records
Riasean and Kerch visit a guarded building to investigate slave ships. Kerch bribes his way in with whisky and gold, but they find no leads. Time is wasted searching manifests and sale records. Their efforts prove fruitless, and they leave the old caretaker in slumber.
Greg C. Miller, Author 