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1354 AD.

Alexander Wapentake grinned wryly and glanced sideways at Ted Carucate. “I never should had let my devoutly pious frigid sister marry you, Ted,” he grunted. “You would have been vastly better off with Alice Shire instead. Or better yet that volumptuous Sally Parish since a brand new hundred was what you had in mind, you […]


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