Laidlaw

Ever After
"We have our patterns. Our visits to the auction house, the flickering films we watch together, the rhythm we know in the night. But he is unpredictable as the sparking of wood in the hearth. When next will he spit embers? When next will his fires cool? I shape myself around his flares. We find, we think, a way. [This might be considered a victory. But the House is no place for lovers.]"

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