The Cursed Night

"Thank you very much, Doctor" His face hardens and the surprise is like a bright ember in his eyes. Dangerous. Very dangerous.


Finally, he left after prescribing a dose three times what you recommend to your clients. You stare at the label on the bottle. running a finger across the glass and the cork still sealed you don't think they sabotaged it. And the label is just as you designed it. The vivid illustration of a crow eating a snake. wrapped in a filigree frame.

Pretend to take it and lie on the bed preparing your gun under the fluffy pillow.

Nothing, you only hear the ti tac of the cuckoo clock that elegantly hangs out the embossed marquetry. Your legs start to fall asleep and an itch arises in your hand. The incessant wobble in your cabin does not help you to keep yourself alert.

You sigh while you think:
I need a Pepperbox which it can conceal in your body and will give me an edge against ill-reputed men, So I will send any man with ideas straightway to hell!
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