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  1. Public Bookmark 73

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    In the grit and grime of a World War I Casualty Clearing Station, Sergeant Tommy Shelby is trying to distract himself from a festering wound and the very real threat of gangrene. The most interesting distraction is Nurse May: a woman who flinches at a passing compliment but doesn’t blink when shells rattle the medicine jars.

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    14 Mar 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 81

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    The year is 1916. Lady Catherine Beaumont has been shipped off to her first duty station as a frontlines nurse, much to her aristocratic parents' chagrin. She wants to prove herself useful in a time where women don't have a lot of power or options presented to them, and she know she doesn't want to spent the rest of her life as a member of the stuck-up aristocracy. A potentially fatal decision nearly costs Lady Catherine everything, but in the end, it's possible it led her right to where she belonged.

    The year is 1924. Thomas Shelby finally feels as though he's made in life. He has an amazing house, a thriving family business, and though there's a little thorn in his side by the name of Winston Churchill, it isn't anything he can't manage. However, there's a hole in his heart that he is finding increasingly hard to ignore, one that was once the home of a woman he'd met in the most unlikely of places, one who taught him it was okay to want to be someone else.

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    14 Mar 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 93

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    in·car·na·dine (/inˈkärnədīn/)
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    To color (something) a bright crimson.

    What hands are here? Ha! they pluck out mine eyes!
    Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood
    Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather
    The multitudinous seas incarnadine,
    Making the green one red. (2.2.59-63)

    After all, violence and love are both carried in blood.

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    31 Jan 2022

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    It's said that every soul is connected to another by a red thread, and that these two souls are destined to meet. The thread, though it may tangle or stretch, will never break. That's not your experience, lucky or unlucky enough as you are to see the strings that bind people together. A red thread is developed and grown, not born, and despite your best attempts, your thread with the Devil finds fertile ground in the blood-soaked soil of Hell's Kitchen.

    What that will mean is up to you and him to figure out, hopefully before the predators that walk the shadows take interest.

    Time to sink or swim, little Hound.

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    03 Jan 2022

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    Let's say you had the power to save everyone you've ever cared about and more. Let's say that you could have a do-over every time you lost, messed up, or missed something. You could have another try anytime, but you had to die to have it. At first, you're happy about it; nothing can stop you. "Just one more time." Then, it gets old. Your joints ache and you're tired, and no one around you knows why because you're the only one that remembers. "Just one more." Eventually, you want to give up. You know what death feels like. You've experienced it far too many times than anyone should. But now you know everyone by name, eye color, voice, the sound they make when they hit the floor. You can't just leave them to fend for themselves. "Just one more..." Then, you're done. You've had it. You cry into your pillow, wondering if the curse will ever end. You've lost count of how many times you've tried again. Then you think of those people you had tried to save; they would die without you. You would have blood on your hands. So you pull yourself together and put on a smile. You pretend it's the first time, and you walk through the door like the future is ahead instead of today. And then you say, "Just one more day. One more day."

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    09 Nov 2021