By J.G. Proctor Photo by Nik Shuliahin 💛💙 on Unsplash The tavern door slammed open, letting a gale of boisterous voices blow over the tavern’s patrons. “Break open your finest reserves, my good man, my brothers and I have a thirst,” a young man called out, carrying the rich vowels and self-serious tones of an…
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The cave was the last place Kold expected to see a preacher. There were plenty of preachers protesting at the entrance to the cave. And there were even more lining the roads that brought him and his sister there. More than once they had to ditch the road entirely, just to arrive safely. But they…
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