Atlantic Seaboard Skirmish - Round 1

We could hear them in the kitchen breaking our bowls and banging the pots. They overturned the great waist-high earthenware jugs; duck eggs, pickled fruits, vegetables burst out and mixed in acrid torrents. ... At dawn the villagers on their way to the fields would stand around the fence and look. Full of milk, the little ghost slept. When it ... ................
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