My darling, who holds my heart ever so tenderly by her own bosom, the voices within me govern my fingers. They speak sweet wonders, those who are to be transcribed, immortalized, left for all to see.
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Water's Plague
After a large storm inflicts the army for some days Alexander Hamilton begins to slip away into memories he t...
