iwtv2007:

As long as Thomas could be alive, Imma milk it for all it’s worth!

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It was nearly dark when he climbed the stairs to the porch of their cabin. The new wood barely creaked under his heavy boots. He had gotten used to the heavy footwear slowly. They were very different from the gentleman’s shoes he had always worn, but out here he’d discovered they were a necessity, like most things were.

He saw the glow from the hearth as he opened the door. A blast of heat greeted him. James had the fireplace all but roaring, enough to reach the doorway as Thomas forced it closed against a gust of cold wind. The winter cold had taken hold a few weeks ago. Here, like London, the winters could get

quite chilly despite the southerly location, but unlike London the winter air here seemed crisper and cleaner, without the constant odor of a city all around. That took getting used to as well.

Early November on AO3