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... t, too quiet. Even the restless neighing of the horses sounded distant, like a whisper he didn’t care to hear. The sunlight fell weakly through the open doorway, painting his pale face in a dull gold glow, but he didn’t notice. He stood still, hands loosely hanging by his sides, as if his mind had gone somewhere far away.
The silence didn’t last long. The soft rhythm of hooves and boots crunching on gravel echoed through the yard. Philippe appeared, holding the reins of Le Chevalier Noir ...
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