The rat knew, as soon as it woke up, that it was in port. The sharp tang of ocean air had been replaced by the enticing aroma of the town middens. The roll of the ship in response to the long sea swells had been superseded by the gentler but less predictable movements of a ship at anchor on the River Tyne. It was time to . . .
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- The Grantville Gazette Staff