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Two Times an Inn and Tavern
It was early spring in the heart of the Kentucky countryside and the year was 1779、 A stone structure had just been finished near the crossroads of two dirt wagon trails. The structure was two stories with the first floor being entirely built from limestone while the second story was a mixture of lighter sandstone and wood. The first floor contained a great hearth and a large open area with two long wooden tables with parallel benches that could seat up to five diners at each side. A few smaller tables were also scattered about the open space. Adjacent to the wall with the large hearth ...
MDCXCIX and counting
Joachim halts at the edge of the gangway. This is the moment of final decision. He has already officially committed to several years of service as a mercenary soldier for the VOC (United Dutch East Indian Company), which will take him away frowww.onedoor.ccm Europe for a long period, if not for the rest of his life. However, if he backs down now, he may be able to get the contract cancelled or even flee back to Germany.Such a retreat is not an attractive option. Although circumstances had much improved since the end of the Thirty and Eighty Year Wars, some 50 years ago, and most citizens of his hometown ha...
Old Gold
“Stop!”“Put your hands in the air!”The police surround me, and as I turn to face them I begin to step backwards towards the edge of the building. I hold my bag tighter to my chest. I can’t lose this. I can’t let the team down. “You have nowhere to go, thief, stand down.” A police officer says as they continue to close in around me.I know what I have to do, we planned for this. The team told me I’d need to, and the they set it up so I would be safe, but even so, in this moment, I’m scared. I look over my shoulder for a second, instantly turning back. That was a mistake. Even so, it’s too lat...
Ready to Stand
I was never very popular growing up. You'd think I would be. My family was rich. My dad owned an aerospace engineering and technology conglomerate. "The King of California" they called him. He was worth over a trillion dollars by the time he was thirty. And yet, nothing about his net worth could do anything to help my genetic disorder—my special sauce, as he always called it—a funny little walk I have caused by weakened muscles in my legs. I was born that way. It's been a part of me for as long as I remember, so I never thought I was weird until some friends at school let me know. Called me t...