My only love is for my poor lost son. It hadn’t even been called Kentucky back then when the Shawnee still hunted deer over mossy hills and the smoke from their fires could still inspire terror. Beyond the hatch, an angle, formed by a projection in the wall of some three or four feet, served to hide a door conducting to the interior of the prison. A long chest under one of the windows was open, some of its contents dragged out and spilling onto the floor. ’ His brows rose.
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