The sun was now high enough in the sky for him to get a good look at Blackthorn. It was, he supposed, not actively hideous, if one went in for twee faux-gothic nooks and crannies and pretty little embellishments. Leo did not go in for any of those things. If pressed to choose a style of architecture he did go in for, he’d choose something spare and modern without any of these embarrassing excesses. But then he’d remember James’s house—their house? James thought so, but he was not a reliable source of information on this topic—and its quaint window seat and pointless little gable. And he’d have
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