The subtle swishing of long skirts was the only sound heard down the dark alleyway. As she rounded the corner she stopped at a shabby looking house looked up and down the street twice, then she pressed the bell. An old spindly hand reached out to her and she took the envelope from it. Sticking it in her corset she looked around once more and then turned back down the alleyway. To the wandering eye she would have just seemed like another woman of ill repute, one that would be forgotten by the time the sun came up.
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Sweet as Sugar
Short StoryA strong willed southern belle works as a spy to save her home.
