The Ash of Memory

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The Ash of Memory

The manor stood on the edge of the Scottish cliffs, a jagged tooth of grey stone biting into a bruised sky. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of damp wool and old secrets. Elara moved through the corridors like a prisoner in a cathedral, her footsteps echoing in the vast, empty spaces. Lord Alistair did not love her. He loved the shape of her. He loved the way her hair fell across her...

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