Chapter 166: The picnic in the park

The wind was spring's late one—new, soft, and green. It was the impossibly gentle kind of the earth unfurling after a winter of being breathless. I breathed slowly as Caspian led me to spread the blanket over a bed of grass in the shade of a large, leafy tree. Its leaves above rustled with the wind,...

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