โ Scribed by A. L. Lester
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
Marc returns home from London to his isolated Welsh cottage for good, having found his ex boyfriend shagging someone else in their bed. Who's the thin, freezing cold man with the bruised face he finds in his barn? Will the tenuous connection between them grow, or fade away?
A 9,000 word short story to mark St Dwynwen's day, the 25th of January. With chickens.
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David was hiking across Dartmoor, pleased to have escaped the oppressively juvenile and sometimes perilous behaviour of his fellow undergraduates. As far as he could tell, he was the only human being for miles - at least, that is what he presumed when he found a dead manon top of the tor.
David was hiking across Dartmoor, pleased to have escaped the oppressively juvenile and sometimes perilous behaviour of his fellow undergraduates. As far as he could tell, he was the only human being for miles - at least, that is what he presumed when he found a dead manon top of the tor.
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