Demomire - 1867
15th February 1867 – A Cry For Help
Cody jolted awake, the remnants of a dream clinging to his consciousness like cobwebs. His chest heaved as if he had been running, and for
February 15, 1867
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Cody jolted awake, the remnants of a dream clinging to his consciousness like cobwebs. His chest heaved as if he had been running, and for
The days are blending together like the dust and grime on my boots. I can barely tell one sun-stained afternoon from the next. I reckon
Blackwood Manor, Demomire 23rd January 1867 Dear Mama, I reckon it’s been a stretch since you’ve heard the scratch of my pen or imagined the
13th January 1865 Lionel, As I sit here in the dim glow of a lamp, penning this letter, I can’t help but marvel at the twists my life has taken. Your name comes up often in my silent thanks, old friend, for it was your hand that guided me to Demomire. My adventures in Africa […]