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... carriage, and the rhythmic sound of the horses’ hooves gave a false sense of security. But all false security, sooner or later, is shattered.
The sun was beginning to rise over a dim horizon, tinting the sky a sickly gray. Mist crept low to the ground, covering the road with white veils that swallowed the vision. The carriage’s rocking motion faltered for a moment. A harsh, creaking sound echoed beneath the wheels.
"Damn it..." Garrick growled, tugging on the reins. "This wheel ...
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