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Dunwoode
The road to Dunwoode widened, increasing in both horse and wagon traffic as they neared the town gates. Smaller roads, intersecting from tiny villages, and a larger road, with travelers from Westport, brought Ember and Marsh back to a sense of community that neither had known for weeks. Marsh grew ever more tense as more people appeared, filling in the spaces of the once empty road. His fingers gripped the curves of her waist, which disappeared behind layers of bulky travel clothes. Clothes she couldn’t wait to shed in favor of a long-needed bath.
He stopped asking why they were returning to civilization. Instead, he conveyed his questions and fears through nervous groans, and the occasional jump against her back. His paranoia amused her. He had nothing to fear; a home in wh
