Excerpt from QuinYear's eve had not elected to slip through his fingers and roll down the sewer grating, there might have been no story to write. Quin had said, Tails, yes, and who knows but that down there under the pavement that coin of fate was registering Heads, no? It was useless to suggest trying it over, however, for neither of the young privates with town leave for twenty-four hours possessed another coin.The heavier of the two boys, C...
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