Moonshadow
Wedded mere hours, Madeleine gazed up at the windows of the mansion, stained the color of blood by the dying sun. A Shiver passed over her, as though someone had stepped on her grave. Was it caused by longing for the ardent lover who'd wooed her, or fear of the distant husband he'd become? In the sh…
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