by Ruth Davis Hays 2016
The end of the year is here, so I will give you an extra treatment: the last two chapters of this Jorthian short story. ‘Khiall has been splashed with a cold reality; the fact that Lauralei had a life outside of their love cannot be denied. Will he be able to find her or his own path?
A whisper of snow had veiled the grasslands around the Khnyghtsyde estate by the time ‘Khiall had gathered his wits and returned to the walled kitchen garden. Dark footprints traced his path back to the distant forest where he had sought solitude for the better part of the day. The warning of nightfall had urged him to venture to the house once again, despite the knowledge that his step-father might be home from town.
Dinner preparations were lighting the windows as he approached the weathered back door and…
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