There was something familiar about the way this other fellow in the hood stood on the dock.
“Official, eh? That’s new.” The trader raised his head and nodded toward the new government sign. “Those are fine silk kimonos, young man. My wife and her relatives make them. Take care.”
Alicia caught the tone of his voice and the sun caught the glint in Captain Harris’s blue eyes. She hoped and prayed she was mistaken.
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