Archives: Saturday, September 22, 2018

Kakamutiko

The old smuggler hoisted the xahako and arced a hissing stream of wine from the goatskin into his open mouth without a wasted drop. Whether this was a display of skill or frugality was hard to say; he was said to have ample amounts of both qualities. He wiped his beard with his hand and smiled. “You,

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