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Chapter 1 of A Life Alight is up on AO3

Flinthamilton; peach verse

Did love, like life, continue where it left off? Or did it reinvent itself to fit new circumstances?

Thomas finds a runaway slave in the stable.

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Abigail Ashe did not know what had awoken her, at least not exactly. She was not a heavy sleeper, especially not when spring turned into summer and the heat of the Savannah day lingered overnight.

Now, however, she was certain she heard a door close and the creaking of floorboards coming from just down the hall. It sounded as though it had been coming from the servant’s quarters. Abigail frowned. If Sundi or another house servant were caught out of their rooms after hours they would be punished. She liked the house servants and did not want to see them in trouble.

Abigail lit her bedside candle and threw on her gown. She slipped quietly out of her room and let her eyes adjust to the darkness of the house. She caught a movement coming from the balcony doors. She walked towards them cautiously, then froze when she heard the distinct click of a closing door.

Intensely curious and perhaps a little afraid, Abigail slowly neared the large glass-paneled doors and opened them with only a tiny creak. The balcony to her uncle’s plantation house was enormous and wrapped completely around the second story. And there, rounding a corner, Abigail saw through the candlelight a quick glimpse of a slave.