“A Pocketful of Pestilence” (DarkBorne Muse #13)

(The estimated reading time for this is 9 minutes)Hiram Miller took one look at the freckles on Dotty’s face and refused to grind the Pucketts’ wagonload of wheat.  Otis Pucketts stood between his little sister and Miller.  One bad harvest and people went batty.  “What’s wrong with our wheat?” Otis asked, knowing the answer was […]
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