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... rhythm of the horse’s hooves echoed in the snow-veiled silence. The moonlight glazed the path in pale silver, and the mountains loomed faintly ahead, their peaks swallowed in mist.
Leif shifted against me, soft breath brushing my throat, utterly unguarded. His head rested against my chest, his body loose with sleep, as though the bitter cold and the endless road didn’t exist for him.
I glanced around, gauging the shadows of the pines before murmuring to myself, "...It’s quiet her ...
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