Scotland 1736-
The peat fire he had started before going to bed had long since died. There was no way on this Earth that it would come back to life again while young Ben Kelly stayed safely tucked underneath his layers of quilts.
He cast a frustrated glance at the mossy bricks by the hearth, knowing it would be no small task to start another. Grumbling, Ben nuzzled into the pillows.
"It's only what you deserve." The widow Kelly lay snug in her bed while looking down upon her only son. "You promised me you would tend to the fire; it's no fault of mine."
Glaring at his mother, Ben leapt out from under his blanket shelter. The cold pre-dawn air felt no better than dowsing himself with a bucket of ice water, yet he forced his body to adjust just the same while straightening his bed.
"There's a good lad," his mother cooed as he tucked the trundle bed beneath her own.
The blue in the sky was growing brighter when Ben was finally free to appreciate it. He had seen every morning that had crept over the same horizon for seventeen years, and he intended to see every...
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