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... ht I was still trapped in that impossible dream. The movement was soft, almost maternal, cradling my body with a steady rhythm, as if I were lying in a hammock woven from the wind.
But it wasn’t the wind... it was the silent, imposing trot of a Sleipnir.
The warm coat beneath my back, the smell of wet earth and iron, the deep, steady beat of hooves striking the ground... everything told me I had returned to the real world.
Except the sky disagreed.
The sun was ris ...
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