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A single figure, tearing up the fields with no attempt to slow.
One of them leaned forward, hand rising as he tried to make sense of what he was seeing.
"Rider," he called, uncertainty creeping into his voice.
Gabriel didn’t look up.
The horse thundered closer, hooves chewing through dirt and frost, breath flaring white in the cold air. He rode low, cloak snapped back by the wind.
The guard’s shout sharpened, "Close the gate!"
The heavy timb ...
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