Samhain is a time of cleansing, a time to seek purity and protection. Isolated in the Irish countryside, Draco will take no chances in upsetting the ancient magic steeped in the surrounding mountains — not when his wife's safety is at stake.
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Imagine Bodkin, but if it was a Dramione-coded super cosy cottagecore romance with fluff and porn but absolutely no murder. Then make yourself a cup of tea. That's what this is.
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[An image of a thatched cottage in green countryside; smoke is coming out of its chimney. Text overlaid reads "HEARTHFIRE" in warm gold font, and in the bottom left corner "Narrated by: SaltyOrange", In the top right, Witten by: baitswitch."]
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