Chapter 59 When Every Lantern Dies

Lenora

Darkness erased the room.

The hearth gave no glow. Snow muffled the streets. Even the silver chains lost their shine, leaving only the pressure of them around the inn.

Someone struck a match.

Bea stood in the pantry doorway holding one candle. Its flame was small, gold, and steady.

"Ruth Aure...

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