A Trader's Tale by Francis

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  1. AnonymousOctober 23, 2020 at 12:36 PM

    Francis, this is great writing. You should be proud of this work.
    Mr Goodhand

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  2. UnknownNovember 2, 2020 at 8:30 AM

    It's lovely to see you using such excellent vocabulary Francis; vivid and atmospheric writing. I felt like I was on the ship!

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