Autumn returned to Blackridge without asking for proof.It came in the color at the edge of the climbing tree, in the cooler mornings, in the way the freeholds argued about stores instead of water and the captains revised routes with the particular patience of men who had learned that the ground would change whether they signed off on it or not. I stood at the upper window with our son heavy on my hip and watched our daughter run the eastern path in a coat she had refused until the wind changed her mind. Tristan came up behind me, still in the residual formal cloth of a morning threshold conversation, and rested his mouth against the claim mark at my throat as if checking a seal that had never broken.“She is going to demand the tree before noon,” he said.“She already filed the petition at breakfast.”“I denied it.”“She is filing an appeal with my mother.”He exhaled into my skin. “I am going to lose.”“You always lose that one. It is in the charter.”Our son reached for Tristan’s f
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