There was a sweetness to his burden, but it was no less a burden. Turning abruptly from the fire, he made his way to his chair and sat heavily. He saw the tremor, cursed it, and clenched his hand, drawing back from the flower as if it had burned him. He reached up, tracing one petal with an unsteady finger. The blossom was bright white against the black silk to which it was pinned, light against the darkness. Hades glanced at the lily propped atop the mantle. Thank you for respecting the hard work of all people involved with the creation of this ebook. If you would like to share this ebook with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person you share it with. This ebook may not be resold or given away to other people. This book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any material form, whether by printing, photocopying, scanning or otherwise without the written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in the context of reviews. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.Īll rights reserved. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact.
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