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... as if it had seen too much of them already. And just wanted to sip a hot cup of tea and take a nap.
Vivienne rode behind André as they made their way down the narrow mountain path, the horses’ hooves hitting the ground in slow, steady beats. The wind had grown colder, brushing her face and neck like an unwanted hand.
The silence between them was so thick it could choke a saint.
André rode in front, quiet, stiff, his back straight as a sword. He didn’t look at her, didn’t ...
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