The bedroom was steeped in the hush of night; the only light coming from the soft amber glow of the bedside lamp. The air smelled faintly of lavender and old books. Nathan sat beside the small boy, his fingers absently tracing the worn edges of a closed storybook.
"Tonight," he said softly, "I'll tell you a different kind of story."
The boy, barely six, pulled the blanket up to his chin, his wid ...
"Tonight," he said softly, "I'll tell you a different kind of story."
The boy, barely six, pulled the blanket up to his chin, his wid ...
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