Ice Beneath
The coach from Calais arrived in Skolcher three days late, and Eleanor Voss stepped onto the muddy platform with a trunk she could scarcely lift and a heart that had not beaten so freely since she was twelve years old. The town smelled of roasted horse flesh and something else—something that might have been coal smoke or might have been the permanent dampness of a place where the earth never...
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