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The horse was already awake—staring at him like it hadn’t slept at all.
"Let’s go, sleepyhead," Ahrie muttered, rubbing his eyes.
The horse snorted.
They walked through the streets, half the townsfolk staring at the odd pair—
a rough-looking seeker and a sleek, black, blue-eyed horse that looked too proud to belong to him.
At the Seeker’s Hall, Ahrie tied the horse’s rope to a nearby tree.
"Ssst! Behave yourself, got it? I’ll be back."
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