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🐦⬛ Amelia and Mr. Fairweather
A sudden draft snuffed out one of the nearby candles, and Amelia shivered. Then—another sound, closer this time. The hair on her arms stood on end as she spun around. What she saw made her breath hitch.
The Florist of Beacon Hill
In an age when doctors treated sorrow with laudanum and despair with rest cures, Charlotte offered a gentler path—mint for consolation, rosemary for remembrance, violets for mourning.
A Pansy for Eleanor, Part 2 (of 8)
Eleanor’s heart pounded against the stiff bodice of her traveling gown. She had packed her finer clothes for a coarser cloak, hoping to conceal her identity, but it could not hide the tension in her posture, the urgency in her steps.
A Pansy for Eleanor, Part 1 (of 8)
It had been a week since she had last seen him, and in that time, she had told herself a thousand times to forget. To push away the memory of his warm gaze and how, when he said her name, it felt like a caress.
🐦⬛ Declan Turner & the Banshee
As Declan rounded a bend in the path, he stopped short. A thrill of fear shot through him. Ahead, a woman stood with her back to him, facing the stone wall that overlooked the coast.
Sweet William: A Civil War Soldier's Journey Home
Silence stretched between them, broken only by the chirping of cicadas and the rustling of leaves overhead. Finally, Sarah pulled away and took his hand in hers, pressing something into his palm.