Strumplets, Part III

Continued from Part II Dawen flinched as she awoke and held her eyes closed. The bed she was in was not her own. It was hard, spartan, and narrow. It smelled like

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Strumplets, Part II

Continued from Part I Dawen was alone in the kitchen of Daggers Drawn when the strumplet came in to get more mead. Wiping her hands on a dirty apron, she motioned the

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Strumplets, Part I

The girl lay in the road, clothed only in dirt. Her tongue, caked with dust, pushed out of her mouth and her limbs lay twisted. The soles of her small feet were

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