http://slow.writerscafe.org/R_M_Allen The original writings of author R.M.Allen en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776111419 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The darkened clouds stretched across the sky, hiding the sun from sight. Rain fell, washing away all that was left of the sorrows from man, littered on the ground as if it were nothing but unwanted garbage. 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It was not his voice, but rather the scratchy voice from another world I heard back in the town; back before the man poking at my brothers corpse found me unconscious in the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/R_M_Allen/1427183/ The carriage bounced along the bumpy stone roads, Jui and Neeraj exhausted from the sleepless hours' drive. Jui's eyes were sagging when the carriage came to a stop; Neeraj's were open wide in alarm.Jui tugged on her brothers arm when chatter and bells began soundi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/R_M_Allen/1421984/ The fire in the hearth cackled loudly over the gentle murmurs of the men, women and children in the little, unusually warm log cabin. The day had been long, and hard.The white men had worked them all to blood and tears."It will not change their minds, brother." 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