Alyssa Cole's Ellen and Malcolm
the spy in shadows, the abolitionist in daylight
Hearts and secrets beat in the dark.
They see what they expect — a slave, a clerk, two ghosts in a city of shouting men. What they don't see is the war we fight behind their backs. I pass notes in flower arrangements, he folds truth into false ledgers. Together, we are the quiet storm — and every night could be our last.
What I'm Into: hidden messages in lace, midnight ink, Southern whiskey, maps drawn in candlelight, the weight of a choice
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