Emma on the Border

The French cuisine was exquisite along the border. Emma reached for her steak knife, cutting deeply into the honey glazed chicken, as she was bathed in the soft glow of candlelight in a quiet corner of the café. The meal reminded her of a certain general who always wanted her, honey glazed The plan worked. […]

Emma on the Border

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