The inn was a shadow of what it once was. She could see that. The paint was chipped and faded, but underneath it had beautiful bones. She could imagine her father here, before she was born, the summer before he married her mother, when he was living in the shadow of his own war. It would have been easy for anyone to fall in love here, she didn’t blame him.
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