Love or Fear of the Cold
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Warm sunlight is filtering through the kitchen windows. It belies the chill of winter on the other side of the glass. Erik is seated at the far end of the table, early morning sun on his neck and a mug of steaming coffee between his hands, fingers laced. The children are still asleep upstairs, Charles had assured him before he came down. He is ( Read more... )
Warm sunlight is filtering through the kitchen windows. It belies the chill of winter on the other side of the glass. Erik is seated at the far end of the table, early morning sun on his neck and a mug of steaming coffee between his hands, fingers laced. The children are still asleep upstairs, Charles had assured him before he came down. He is ( Read more... )
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