Ember Crown
The smokehouse always smelled like salt and burnt hickory, and I always stood at the back of it.
That was my spot. Far from the door, far from Sabine's eyes.
End of Chapter 1
Stories contain mature romantic and sexual content. All characters are fictional adults.
LeaveThe smokehouse always smelled like salt and burnt hickory, and I always stood at the back of it.
That was my spot. Far from the door, far from Sabine's eyes.
End of Chapter 1
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