Chapter Seventy-Five: Epilogue

Northumberland, June 1817

The sun lingered long over the wild orchard behind Fenwick Hall, honeying the air in gold. Where weeds once crept, fruit trees now bloomed with impossible abundance—plum, hawthorn, and apple tangled as though coaxed by ancient song. Magic hummed softly beneath the soil, mo...

Login to Unlock ChaptersPromotion