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... ng from white to pale indigo. Smoke rose from the chimneys in soft spirals, dissolving into the cold air. Somewhere below, laughter floated up faintly through the house’s wooden frame.
Darcy stood near the window. Micah lay across the bed behind him.
Darcy looked at Micah with quiet caution. It wasn’t guilt sitting in his chest. He had long since made peace with what had happened, or at least, he had convinced himself he had. And it wasn’t anger either. The anger had burned hot o ...
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