310. Mountain Birth Rite
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Omega Bound
I Was Home
Amelia The cabin was warm. Morning sunlight streamed through the windows, casting long bands of gold across the hardwood floor. A kettle simmered somewhere behind me. The scent of coffee lingered in the air. For a moment, I stood there and watched Kane as he sat in an armchair near the fireplace with our son,