Five Decembers James Kestrel
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Crattock strained against the ropes binding his wrists behind the chair. He cursed his brother, who breathed harshly as he lashed Crattock’s legs to the chair, knotting the biting hemp. “I won’t stay tied forever, Mel,” Crattock said, “I’ll kill you for this.”
© 2019 Wildside Press (Rafbók): 9781479439478
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Rafbók: 29 augusti 2019
Merki
Íslenska
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