Chronicles Magazine Letters

Death Before Dishonor

The 46-year-old veteran frontiersman lay in bed, desperately ill. He was suffering from the effects of a gunshot wound that he had received in a fight. But duty called.

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  • Correspondence

    The Chic and the Psychic

    I already sounded the alarm in last month's letter. This really is an impossible city to get out of And so, having bid my farewells, I'm still here, despite the fact that the rent has been paid in advance on a perfectly adequate little aerie over...

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