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The Sweet Smell of Pork Crackling
Killer-Kate and Luke Lackland: 500 words. An overstuffed winter-locked castle in a country of no trust is not a good hostel for the soldiery of two estates who traditionally hate one another - even when their two lords are, for a novelty, the same person.
If the double lord isn't utter scum, he may have certain non-selfish issues with the places this takes him, too.
No, Wayne, you do not want to be a mediaevaloid Duke! There is no road you can take from there, without horrors leaping out from every bush. It's debatable enough whether you can avoid becoming one of them...
If the double lord isn't utter scum, he may have certain non-selfish issues with the places this takes him, too.
No, Wayne, you do not want to be a mediaevaloid Duke! There is no road you can take from there, without horrors leaping out from every bush. It's debatable enough whether you can avoid becoming one of them...