Tristan

Ever After
"Our flesh may tire. We may grow old. But I will not regret. He is seared into my memory: the sure, strong strokes of handwritten notes; the shape he leaves in pillows; the supple swell of his arms by the fire. Brightest of all is his body beside mine, flush with the flames of the dawn. [This might be considered a victory. But the House is no place for lovers.]"

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