The Inheritors Of Iron And Ash And The Unmarked Graves Of Blackwood Estate

joined me, handing me a pastry from Maria. He’d agreed to run the veterinary clinic we were building in the renovated stables. “She’s a natural mother,” he said.

At the woods’ edge, three orphaned fox kits tumbled out. Kira trotted over, making herself small, letting them climb on her, teaching them gently. She knew what it felt to be alone.

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