The Diamond Point Favor
Alison Clarke was thirty-six years old, and she still owned a scribe she'd bought at a county fair fifteen years ago.
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Alison Clarke was thirty-six years old, and she still owned a scribe she'd bought at a county fair fifteen years ago.
Otis Nichols was twenty-nine years old and he had driven five hours to stand in front of a smoking hut in the middle of nowhere, Ontario.
The typewriter sat on a workbench under the one working bulb in the engine room of the old naval ship.
Edmund Prickett was thirty-eight years old, and he believed in Tuesday.
"You've got to be kidding me," Murray said.