Sera. We made our way outside the estate a few hours later. The morning air was thin, brittle with cold, the kind that bit through fabric and lingered in your bones. I had bundled up in one of Adrik’s coats—oversized, thick, and worn like it belonged to another lifetime. Maybe it did. We walked in silence through the estate grounds, past frost-dusted hedges and naked trees, until the land dipped into a small, stone-walled grove. The crunch of our footsteps on the frozen earth was the only sound until we reached a narrow, iron gate. Adrik stopped there. “This way,” he said, voice low. He pushed the gate open, it opened with a groan, and I followed him down the narrow path flanked by snow-covered rose bushes. The grave was simple—Black marble monument, with a picture of a woman , and her name carved in Cyrillic dusted lightly with frost.She was a beautiful woman. A small iron lantern sat at the base, the candle inside long dead. He crouched beside it and brushed away the s
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