Tin’s Bended by nsbnina

“I heard my mother’s voice.” Alden stood at the door, hat in hand, like a lost child. “She spoke to you?” Clarissa held the plate she’d been drying in her hands. She hadn’t expected Alden. He hadn’t called. “No. Not to me. To Wilder. I was in the hallway. I stood at the door and...

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