Black Oatmeal Stout 3 Ravens Captain First Rank Jack Manly stroked the stubble of his chin. It was a three-day growth, despite the fact that he had had his regulation shave that morning. The air was warm, but there was a bite of winter in it. Two layers of leather and cotton enclosed him. HeContinue reading “The Hunt for the Dead Not-Sober”
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