THE BLAZE OF FORTUNE
Having never touched me, this
fire was let to blaze on : consuming
cutlasses and windlasses, and dominaires
and derbies I never knew. Now the
bugbites on my wrist have gotten
worse, and the redness has become
a fearsome itch. I cannot scratch.
There's been a tick on my belly
for days, and I've just ripped it out
today. Another red mark for something.
Well, am I Cain, or am I Abel? Unknown.