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... unding the Thompson estate, but the sun was fighting its way through, casting long, pale beams of light across the damp grass. The air was crisp, filled with the sharp scent of pine and the earthy smell of horses.
"Woah!" Derek said softly.
His black mare slowed from a canter to a trot, her hooves rhythmic on the gravel path leading to the main courtyard. She snorted, shaking her mane, eager for the stable and a bucket of oats. Derek reached forward, his gloved hand patting her n ...
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