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... the gates. Horses stamped at the cold earth, their breaths ghosting pale in the air.
The courtyard buzzed with the sounds of preparation, clattering hooves, jingling armour, and the soft hiss of breath in the morning frost. Steam rose from the horses’ muzzles, and the royal banners fluttered in the wind, their dark silks catching the pale light of dawn.
Ilaria’s eyes sparkled as she took it all in, the towering steeds, the neat rows of soldiers, the crisp scent of metal and morni ...
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