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... morning chill blew across the dirt road, making a wagon creak with every rock or uneven surface. Damon sat outside, on the bench beside the coachman, feeling the rocking sound and the smell of wood and leather mixed with the hay stored in the hold.
The man holding the reins was a veteran horseman—a robust body, a beard already flecked with gray, and intense green eyes that were always half-closed, as if assessing everything. His name was Sir Garrick Thorne, although from the first minute ...
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