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REVIEW
Once Upon a Haunted Romance
An Historical Romance Collection
Ten haunted historical romance novellas collected in one volume are a perfect way to get to know new authors or spend time with the writings of already favorite authors. Whether you sit down to read the book straight through or read them spaced out over time you will be in for a treat as you find a haunting of one sort or another in this collection.
The stories include ghosts ranging from angry to helpful with some from the distant past and others more recently departed. I have listed the stories with the authors who wrote them below and have included a short note with the stories I completed reading.
Once Upon a Haunted Cave by Meara Platt – A house party that sees a Duke and his odious elderly aunt’s paid companion falling in love as they solved the mystery of the young female ghost in nearby caves.
Once Upon a Haunted Gardy by Chasity Bowlin
Once Upon an Enchanted Well by Mary Wine
Once Upon a Haunted Haven by Lexi Post: A widow ousted from her home with nothing but a haunted house she inherited will find true love with the assistance of her ghostly relative.
Once Upon a Haunted Romance by Mary Lancaster: Iwo people that have had difficult pasts find one another as a traveler is given shelter, provides protection, they fall in love with the blessing of the widow’s son and the ghost of her husband
Once Upon a Highland Mist by Maeve Greyson
Once Upon a Haunted Scottish Cottage: To inherit a Scottish cottage a set of terms must be fulfilled and in so doing a ghost assists a couple to find their happily ever after.
Once Upon a Haunted Hillfort by Mia Pride
Once Upon a Haunted Knight by Elisa Braden
Once Upon a Haunted Horn and Hoof by Elizabeth Rose: A secret recipe for whiskey, a ghost who cannot rest, and a sudden betrothal might or might not be enough to align to clans and see a ghost finally rest.
Thank you to NetGalley and Dragonblade for the ARC – This is my honest review.
4-5 Stars
BLURB
When spooky manors and or ghostly coastlines call, this stunning collection of haunted Historical Romance novellas is sure to leave you breathless with ethereal, romantic tales…
Welcome to ONCE UPON A HAUNTED ROMANCE anthology!
Many of your favorite Historical Romance authors have come together for a collection of never-before published stories inspired by legendary hauntings in the British Isles. A derelict old castle? A spectral lady wandering the forests? These tales will give you a chill, a thrill, and have you reading them over and over. From the moors of Devon to the ballrooms of Regency London, and far north into the Scottish Highlands, these stories will bring you wistful dreams of legendary and haunting romance. You’ve never before experienced a collection like this by some of the very best authors in Historical Romance.
Authors in this anthology
Meara Platt
Chasity Bowlin
Mary Wine
Lexi Post
Mary Lancaster
Maeve Greyson
Sofie Darling
Mia Pride
Elisa Braden
Elizabeth Rose
Lock your doors, light your candle, and settle down to this smashing collection of darkly-tinged romantic stories with unforgettable heroes and magnificent ladies. Romance has never been so daring… or so haunting!
618 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 28, 2023
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Sunday Six/Six Sentence Sunday
where we share six or so sentences! I was introduced to this just as its own thing, so if you want to be tagged, you’re tagged!
from The Black & Blues
cw: panic attack
You’re about a half hour away from your off time when it happens.
Your hands start to shake, and at first you think it’s just physical exhaustion. Your job is really physically demanding, and you did have practice last night. But then your head starts spinning, and you go light-headed and giddy, and a rock appears in your stomach. You shake your head to try to clear it, but the sudden, panic-stricken voice in there is running around too fast for you to catch it. What’s going on?
This was like when you fucked up your paper. Like when you were at your first band practice and you worried you wouldn’t be good enough.
It’s like a panic attack. But why? There’s nothing different about this morning, nothing different about last night, nothing different about the ride you’re going to take home.
You try to breathe through it, but your head is spinning so fast, you have to pause for a minute to steady yourself. You can’t let the line get behind but if you work like this you’ll end up fainting.
You lean on your hands against the table surface, carefully, and take a few deep breaths.
“Okay,” you whisper to yourself. “Okay. Whatever this is, you can work through it. Whatever this is, you’re fine.”
But are you? Or are you having a heart attack? A stroke? An aneurysm? A blood clot somewhere?
It’s ridiculous, you’re healthy, there’s nothing wrong with your body, why would–
But what if what if what if–
“Meara!”
You jerk back out of your head when Rodney, the older guy on the line in front of you, shouts your name.
“Pay attention, kid! You’re falling behind!”
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World Health Organization. The determinants of health. http://www.who.int/hia/evidence/doh/en/. Accessed on 16/Feb/2024.
Havranek, E. P. et al. Social Determinants of Risk and Outcomes for Cardiovascular Disease: A Scientific Statement From the American Heart Association. Circulation. 132, 873–898 (2015).
Meara, E. R., Richards, S. & Cutler, D. M. The gap gets bigger: changes in mortality and life expectancy, by education, 1981–2000. Health Aff (Millwood). 27, 350–360 (2008).
Rose, G. & Marmot, M. G. Social class and coronary heart disease. Br Heart J. 45, 13–19 (1981).
Emberson, J. R. et al. Social class differences in coronary heart disease in middle-aged British men: implications for prevention. Int J Epidemiol. 33, 289–296 (2004).
Silventoinen, K. et al. Educational inequalities in the metabolic syndrome and coronary heart disease among middle-aged men and women. Int J Epidemiol. 34, 327–334 (2005).
Avendano, M. et al. Socioeconomic status and ischaemic heart disease mortality in 10 western European populations during the 1990s. Heart. 92, 461–467 (2006).
Kuper, H. et al. The socioeconomic gradient in the incidence of stroke: a prospective study in middle-aged women in Sweden. Stroke. 38, 27–33 (2007).
Ernsten, L., Bjerkeset, O. & Krokstad, S. Educational inequalities in ischaemic heart disease mortality in 44,000 Norwegian women and men: the influence of psychosocial and behavioural factors. The HUNT study. Scand J Public Health. 38, 678–685 (2010).
Veronesi, G. et al. Educational class inequalities in the incidence of coronary heart disease in Europe. Heart. 102, 958–965 (2016).
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Our new Blue-In-Green:RADIO show is here, and it's a cracker. Among the many great tunes, expect to hear quirky lo-fi blues from Voice Actor, hypnotic broken grooves from Kai Meara, and the twisted dancehall sounds of Gavsborg. Plus two tracks of from our 'Album Of The Week' courtesy of Saint Abdullah & Jason Nazary.
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1. Voice Actor - Battling Dust
2. Kai Meara - Madbass
3. Gavsborg - Coming To You Grey ft. Shanique Marie
4. Polobi & the Gwo Ka Masters - Nèg Africa
5. Polobi & the Gwo Ka Masters - Camargo
6. Tuzeint - Vicente
7. Conic Rose - Fashionweek
8. Lukas Traxel - Nasty People ft. Otis Sandsjö & Moritz Baumgärtner
9. Twoosty Mayonez - Carmin
10. Saint Abdullah & Jason Nazary - Divine Timing Is Intuitive ft. Petter Eldh
11. Saint Abdullah & Jason Nazary - Mirror Of Infinity ft. NAPPYNAPPA
12. YUNGMORPHEUS - Distant Place
13. B. Cool-Aid - Soundgood ft. Liv.e, Jimetta Rose & V.C.R
14. José James - Gone Baby, Don't Be Long ft. Ebban Dorsey
15. Sam Gendel - Didn't Cha Know
16. Bokani Dyer - Resonance of Truth
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Gift Of A Rose
Ok...*hyperventilating*...this is the very first time I have EVER post any of my writing anywhere.
Massive thanks to @bearly-tolerable and @buttsonthebeach for both giving me encouragement and for helping with edits, etc. 💛 THANK YOU!!!
Hope you like it!
'Rose' for Day 1 of the 14 Day's of Dragon Age Lover's Prompts.
Fandom: Dragon Age
Rating: Teen (mentions of nudity)
Pairing: Cullen Rutherford x Meara Lavellan
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Meara wakes to the feel of something cool and silky gently drifting over her exposed back.
She gingerly opens her eyes, squinting against the blinding light that floods in from the unpatched hole in the roof above Cullen’s quarters. She closes her eyes again quickly, burrying her head back into the pillow, making a mental note to fix the damned hole herself if need be.
“Good morning, or afternoon now technically.”
Meara smirks into the pillow at the familiar deep voice. She feels the bed shift beside her and she rolls onto her back, throwing her arm up to shield her face from the light until her eyes can adjust.
As the room comes into focus she can see Cullen is sitting fully clothed next to her. His hair is glowing like molten gold in the sunlight that streams into the room. Meara watches his eyes skirt over her exposed body and can’t help but smirk as his face shifts to a slightly rosy hue. The room isn’t an uncomfortable temperature but it’s still tepid enough that her nipples have perked and caught his attention. Meara suddenly wishes he was still in bed with her so she could feel how the rest of his body responds to her. She longs to run her hand up his hard thigh and listen to the noise he makes when he inhales sharply like her touch sets him aflame.
“Cullen?” Meara asks, emphasizing the disappointment in her voice. “Why are you dressed and not next to me in bed?”
Cullen’s cheeks flame a brighter shade of pink as he ducks his head for a moment, his hand rubbing the back of his neck like he does whenever he’s unsure of something.
“Well…I uh…” he fumbles over his words and Meara smiles at how ridiculous and endearing she finds his inexperience with intimacy and showing affection. She often wonders if he would have pursued her at all if she had not been so bold about her affections for him.
She pulls herself into a sitting position, waiting patiently for him to collect himself again.
Cullen clears his throat, and shifts his position. His shoulders broaden and he looks up to meet her eyes again, though his face isn’t any less pink than it was.
“I wanted to get you this.” He holds up a single red rose that he had tucked out of sight.
Meara’s heart flutters anxiously in her chest. Breath catching as she straightens and the familiar feeling of unease fills and bubbles over in the pit of her stomach. It coils tightly in her like a cornered animal ready to strike. She’s gotten used to feeling like this since becoming more serious with Cullen. The thought of commitment still sends her running but with him she wants to try. Try to fight what her head and her heart say because they’re never on the same page when it comes to him.
“Cullen –“ Meara falters as she tries in vain to respond without hurting him.
Her head urges her to be cautious while her heart screams at her to jump into this head first. Whatever this is. Cullen’s been more than patient with her, waiting for her to decide how she feels about them without any pressure. Even though staring at this fragile vibrant declaration of love he holds in his outstretched hand now she feels pressured.
She takes an unsteady breath, trying not to withdraw into herself because the last thing she wants is to hurt him.
Cullen of course sees her hesitate, because he always does, like he’s waiting for it every time he tries to show her how much he cares. He lowers the rose onto the bed and reaches out to take her hand. She feels exposed now but lets him lift her trembling hand to his lips. His touch is hot on her skin and she fights the urge to pull away. His eyes are soft as he watches her, his movements are slow and calculated as he lowers her hand again but doesn’t release it. Meara realizes that she’s the spooked horse and he’s the gentle stable hand trying to soothe her.
It infuriates her that she feels like this. Hates that she wants to be with him but she can’t give him what he wants. At least not yet. Meara takes another deep steadying breath. She lets it roll through her and back out as she releases the tension and her fears with it.
“Meara, I-.” Cullen starts, and Meara can immediately hear the tone of disappointment.
He pauses looking up at her pleadingly with his big golden brown eyes, and Meara’s heart tugs sharply in her chest. She squeezes his hand reassuringly, giving him a small smile as she moves toward him and climbs into his lap. The plating of his armor sends a chill through her core as her bare skin presses against it. She feels a shiver ripple through her as she adjusts to straddle his lap. Her freckle painted skin helps to hide the goose flesh that now covers her arms. He looks surprised, but his hands come to rest gently on her hips. She takes his face in her hands, feeling the roughness of his unshaven face against her palms as she pulls him to her. Her lips press against his softly, and it’s a moment before she feels his arms wrap around her tightly. Drawing her closer to him, deepening their kiss and Meara lets him.
When they finally part, Cullen’s smile is broad across his face and Meara can’t help but smile in return.
“Thank you.” She manages to find her voice as she runs her hands through the hair at the nape of his neck.
‘Meara Lavellan' she thinks to herself, 'you’re in over your head.’
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I’ve never met someone who spells their name the same way I do! Hope you have a lovely day! -other Meara
aw that's so sweet!! hope you have a lovely day as well, other meara ✨🥰🍃
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Edoras never had swans before Lothíriel Queen.
Rohirrim knew swans, for they had seen them in the northern parts of the realm, and they were mostly black. The dark swans were not trusted: too often they marked evil tidings. Thankfully, they were not seen near Edoras.
But it was also because Rohirrim did not believe Snowbourn could sustain swans. Not once since Brego built the Golden Hall of Meduseld was a swan seen upon Snowbourn,.
Times passed. Many birds found refuge near Edoras, but never swans. In autumn, they were seen flying over the capital, but they did not make home near the King’s capital in the long days of the Riddermark.
War came, and times of utter despair. But then a new golden king rose, enemies were defeated, and peace returned. Then the new king took a queen and she was the silver to his gold.
And a marvel was witnessed in that first spring after their wedding: swans had made home in Snowbourn, building their nests on the lush riverbanks and raising their young. The Swans of Edoras were spoken of far and wide and the Queen placed them under her protection, and as time passed, they became a sign of hope. Sometimes, even mearas came to the the river, and then both the great horses of the West and the birds of the sea were seen together, and Rohirrim knew that their King and Queen were blessed. It was one of the many reasons that Éomer was named Éadig.
Of course, new generations of Rohirrim grew thinking that Snowbourn had always been a river of Swans.
But even legends have their seasons. Éomer fell into his final sleep at last when he was old and content, and with his passing, Lothíriel too felt she had no more joy in the land without him. She buried him, her heart broken when he was gone, and blessed her children that would stay after her. Then she took all her things and some of those that reminded her of Éomer, and left Rohan to live what was left of her life in Gondor, recalling the sweet days of her youth and the flicker of white feathers upon Snowbourn.
After Éomer had passed and Lothíriel was gone, swans did not return to Snowbourn again.
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If I may…
The Following is what I would’ve done with Nightwing in the period Post-Forever Evil yet Pre-Rebirth:
- First of All, Both Published and Unpublished versions of Nightwing #30 that we did get and supposedly finales to the Nightwing book get are scrapped right then and there, why? Because neither are going to be the finale to this book. In fact, the book is not getting cancelled at all, Issue #30 would be a jumping-on issue instead. On that note…
- My version of Nightwing Vol 3 #30‘s plot concerns a Press Conference called by Wayne Enterprise, with Dick Grayson himself doing the speaking. In long story short, Dick confirms that he is Nightwing and reports of his supposed death in the events of Forever Evil are over exaggerated. He lets the Public and the rest of the Superheroes know he’s perfectly okay and he’s resuming his Nightwing duties. When inevitability asked about his connection with Batman and that guy’s secret identity, Dick clarifies by saying Batman is actually just a close confidant of Bruce Wayne and him (in manner like how say for the longest time at the marvelous competition, Tony Stark claims Iron Man was his bodyguard) who trained him as Robin which eventually led to his transition to Nightwing years later.
- Whem asked about what he’ll do now that secret identity is public, Dick announces that with his stock in Wayne Enterprises, he’ll officially restart Batman Inc, only now renamed to Nightwing Inc. with a similar premise: Training, Equipment and Funding of various Nightwing-esqué crime fighters around the globe. Behind the scenes, after much pressing and standing his ground verbally, Dick convinced Bruce to allow such a thing on the condition he’s able to successfully cover and protect the rest of the Batfamily’s secret identities.
- As for his core staff of this new venture (I.e. his core supporting cast from this issue onward), they will act as his crime fighting team whom if they have secret identities of their own, they’ll maintain:
Koriand’r of Tamaran aka Starfire (acknowledging her suit change and escapades in her solo book going on at the same time)
Barbara Gordon as Batgirl (Keeps the Burnside suit but maintains her characterization under Gail Simone)
Calvin Rose aka Talon, and
Mary Turner aka Strix
- Nightwing Inc.’s Headquarters would be in Bludhaven, in particular a tower within Downtown with a Nightwing emblem akin to Marvel’s Baxter Building.
- As for recurring antagonists Dick and his team will face, I’d favor Deathstroke, Blockbuster, the Court of Owls and Lex Luthor, especially the latter two given their unique connections they have with Dick as of then and the potential that can be used for conflict.
- Speqking of the Court, other than probably Kory and Babs, the strongest interaction throughout this hypothetical portion of the Nightwing run would be between Dick, Strix and Calvin given the fact all three, while differing in personas, all in common are the Talons that escaped the clutches of the Court so imagine such for storytelling potential and bonding between the three.
- As for writing and artistic duties; if Kyle Higgins can remain on board, I allow him and other than the set up described above, I’ll allow him a great amount of creative control*. If not, then I’d hire either James Tynion IV, Gail Simone, Jeff Lemire, Paul Dini, or Peter Tomasi. For artwork, I commission Meghan Hetrick for most issues. One issues Hetrick cannot fulfill, they’ll go to either Eddy Barrows or Guillem March.
* As for romantic issues, if Mr Higgins (or any of the writers) pair up Dick with Kory, Wonderful. If Dick and Barbara (or any other love interest), while not my favorite at all, I’d respect it and allow it. All that being said though….NO MATTER WHO DICK ENDS UP WITH, LIVE TRIANGLES ARE ABSOLUTE HARD NO. A love triangle will diminish our reader base in the long run due to its cheap usage but also be tantamount to character assassination to all involved within it. So, NO LOVE TRIANGLES PLEASE.
All the above would be more or less my status quo with Nightwing Post-Forever Evil until inevitably his secret identity is restored.
Just a few thoughts I have. If you have any opinions or criticisms about all the above, Please Reblog/Reply. I’m more than happy to hear from you ;-)
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WIP Wednesday
from The Black & Blues!
cw: anxiety
Josselin calls you later that night. You’re so tired the text on the computer is blurring, even with your glasses, so you’re grateful for the break. Danny’s in bed, lucky bastard.
“Hello?”
“Hi, oh, Meara, I’m glad you’re okay!”
You rub at your forehead and squint at the computer. Did you do something you don’t remember?
“What?”
“Oh, it’s just, usually I talk to you in the mornings on the weekends, and I didn’t hear from you, and–not that I expect you to tell me what you’re doing all the time! I just know you were in the studio yesterday and when you didn’t come online this morning to talk about it I was worried something happened. I know how excited you were and what a big deal it is, so I’d expected to hear the news. I, is that–”
“Thank you for checking in, Josselin,” you interrupt gently. “Thank you.”
His nervous rambling stops and he just says, “Of course,” like it’s as obvious as breathing.
“I’m okay. I just haven’t been getting much sleep. I have school until noon and then I work 12:30-6:00 and then band practice from 6:30-9:30, and then I still have all my homework and studying, and I’m usually not in bed until 2:00 and then I have to get up again at 8:00 to finish it because my brain has melted. And then I have class and it all starts over again. And this. This stupid paper, it’s shadowing over everything and I almost have a panic attack any time I think about it. I don’t know what my problem is, but I have to figure it out, because it’s due–oh, shit.”
“Meara?” Josselin’s voice is shrill with worry. “Meara, what’s wrong?”
You rush to the calender that you didn’t look at earlier because Danny was able to tell you it’s Sunday.
You’re a week behind where you thought you were.
“Oh, god, it’s due tomorrow and I haven’t even started! How did that happen, how could I–”
“Meara,” Josselin says gently. “Breathe. Okay. Can you ask for an extension?”
“I don’t know!”
“Well, it’s worth a try. The worst you can get is a no. Send your professor an e-mail and ask if she can give you a few more days. I can help you if you need me to. Like, with phrasing or proofreading or whatever.”
“I–”
“Meara. E-mail your instructor. Right now. I’ll get on AIM and walk you through what to say, but to do that I have to get off the landline. Is that okay?”
“Yeah.” Is your voice trembling? You feel like your voice is trembling.
You’re one piece of bad news away from a nervous breakdown. Why can’t you do this? Why can’t you manage a simple paper?
It’s twenty-five pages, your brain says. You’re used to like. 500-2,000 words.
Plenty of people work and go to school. Why can’t you do it? What’s wrong with you?
When your computer dings with a message from Josselin, you wade out of your pity pool and pull open the message window.
He walks you through writing the request.
Lust4Life: don’t give any information you don’t have to. just ask for the extension. no reasons, no excuses. only if they ask.
LifeInIndigo: okay, yeah, that makes sense.
After lots of second guessing and panicking, you work it out.
Professor Cleaver;
I need to request an extension on the term paper due tomorrow. Is it possible to have an extra week?
Thank you,
Meara Ryanne
Short and simple. If she asks why, you’ll just say you’ve been having health problems or something.
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Puppy Parent Potential || canis rufus
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When Errol had come into the precinct that morning, he had not expected any visitors. It was why he’d brought Delilah with him. She slept at his feet now, beneath his desk, head on her paws, soft snores filling between the silences of his pen scratching against paper. He had reports to file for a recent high-profile arrest at the western edge of the county, one that he had been pulled into the loop of by way of Zoom meetings, phone calls, copies files and any other snippet of information Meara and Anthony could give him.
Sometimes, it was hard acting as high sheriff, working here on consultation and supervisory purposes while the county office was bounding around the countryside. He missed it, some days, but some day she did not; some days, he didn’t mind having to shove his go-bag to the back of his closet, forgotten until the next time he had to pick up roots and leave once more. It had been two years. He almost hoped that it wouldn’t change. Almost.
A knock at his door sounded and Errol glanced up, waving Shera in with a smile. “G’mornin’ Shera. What can I do fer ye?”
“There’s a young lady here to speak with you, sheriff,” she said, all business like after returning his grin with one of her own. “Said she’s here to speak with you about a...puppy?” At the utterance of the ‘P-Word,’ Delilah’s head perked up, nearly knocking into his knee, her tail thumping wildly against the side of his desk. Errol chuckled and nodded his head, waving to have the girl let through.
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CONTEO(?
Hola, soy yo de nuevo ah, bajo el readmore dejaré lo que tengo en borradores, lo que esta tachado significa que ya lo respondí, lo que no pues no hahaha, si alguien me respondió algo y no esta en esta lista, y quiera seguirlo, avíseme, es muy probable que se me haya perdido en mis notificaciones, así me pongo a buscarlo para guardarlo y poder responderlo, ahora si esta en la lista y ya no lo quieren seguir, me avisan para ya no responderlo en caso de que no esté respondido porfa :)
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Arash x Violet
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Louise x Adelaide
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Éire x Buda
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Emery x Camila
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Saskia x Stephanie
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Maren rocks up and onto the balls of their feet, groan escaping them as they rose their arms in a long and languid stretch up towards bright moons above them. It was nice to be... home, even if the last memories were tinged with blood, gore, and viscera.
The familiar gate and creak of the house is enough to draw Maren’s gaze to their sister climbing up to join them. Raising their arm, Maren tucks it around Meara’s shoulders and tucks their face close and eventually into the other’s hair. Maren wonders what father has their companions doing inside, Maren hoped beyond hope that it was chores.
“I hate being back here...” Maren finally manages. Oh, Denerim was home, there were no questions about that between the familiar way people kept their routines and the smell of dirt roads. Home was filled to the brim with suffering though, and Maren sooner choke on that than the smell of shit it would seem.
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