12/4/2019 As we begin Jolly Roger we invite you to sit back and enjoy, The Devilish Drover. By EM Malachi The Devilish Drover The wind howled, promising snow. Iolo limped into the poorhouse and dropped his crutch, shutting the door. He moved the heavy pack off his back and leaned against the wall to catch his breath. Little Merideth ran over to pick up the crutch and hand it back to him. Under her arm was an old doll with mismatched button eyes; Iolo had found the blue one during a supply run into Britain proper. “Can you tell us a story?” […]
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