The Bastard of Ashford Manor
The stables were cold in winter because they were always cold in winter, but this was different. This was the cold of a door closing behind you. Thirteen-year-old Thomas stood in the shadow of the hayloft door and watched his father walk back to the manor without looking at him. "The old tack room by the south wall," Reginald de Mortimer said over his shoulder. "It's dry. Make it work." Thomas...
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