Chapter 13 Kisses by the Crackling Hearth

The rain outside Wren & Whimsy didn't fall so much as it patted the glass like the soft paws of a sleepy kitten.

Inside, the shop had transformed into a haven of deep amber light and the sweet, comforting fragrance of steeping chamomile and toasted honey cakes. The violent elemental winds of the mo...

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