Colin hopped down from the horse and slid her trunk to the snowy ground. He gestured at his home. “It’s not like Cainewood, is it?” “No, not at all,” she said seriously. “It’s much nicer.” “Nicer?” he asked in apparent disbelief. She watched his gaze wander over the ruined portions of the wall and a huge roofless chamber that dominated the edifice. She followed along, seeing ancient weathered stones with stories to tell and a building the perfect size for one happy family. “Yes, it’s much cozier. Cainewood is beautiful, but I cannot imagine why anyone would actually want to live there.” “Try
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