Karmestein

The wind howled louder than a dozen wolves. There wasn’t a soul insight on Crenbrow lane as the cold air seized the darkened driveways. A light pit patter of rain spurs from the gray clouds followed by loud rumbles of thunder, making it almost impossible to hear the occupants living across and down the street in identical brimstones.
In 1304, Mr. and Mrs. Meade were settling their three noisy…







