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... weat, and iron mingled with the tension in the air. The black horse whinnied softly, snorting like a bull about to charge, muscles throbbing beneath its dark coat. Damon, standing beside it, slowly ran his hand through its shaggy mane.
Hilda, leaning against one of the posts, had her arms crossed and a frown on her face.
"If you’re going to die, at least don’t scream too much, boy. You’ll scare the other horses," she murmured, half-ironic, half-serious.
Damon cast a quick ...
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