APH: The Knight and the Storm
"My word, it looks like it's going to be a bugger of a storm," Arthur Kirkland mused to himself as he looked up at the rain that was furiously pelting the window of the cabin. Granted he was used to rainy weather but there was something about thunderstorms in the American colonies that seemed a little fiercer, and coincidentally made him just a little bit apprehensive.
He stepped away from the window as a bolt of lightning split the dark gray storm clouds and a thunder clap rattled the cabin walls, and made his way back to the rocking chair in front of the wood burning stove. There wasn't a whole lot to look at in the small three-room cabin Arthur and his young charge America called home, but it was much better than the alternative.
The Empire eased back into his chair and decided to finish reading the year's new almanac before it got too much darker. Aside from the occasional thunder peals th
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